Marissa

Check this cool chick out!
First links to her poems/lyrics...

• I Wore Red To Target
• The Plight of Snowball: A Dog Lost In A Cat’s Body

• Who the hell is Marissa Bergen?

  Marissa Bergen, Rock and Roll Supermom. Los Angeles!
  

  Driving With My Blinker On Again

    by Marissa Bergen
  
  Driving in my car in the middle of the day
  Hoping that I’m able to remember my way
  I start and stop can’t recall is it left or right
  So I pull the switch and there goes on my signal light
  
  Chorus:
  I’m driving with my blinker on again
  You never know how this will end
  Will I make a right or left or even turn you’ll never guess
  I’m driving with my blinker on again
  Well at one point I’m sure I did intend to turn
  Now you’re asking me where my driving I did learn
  Well I’m pretty sure it was the school for the crazy
  Directionally challenged and curmudgeonly old ladies
  
  Chorus
  
  Bridge:
  You were getting pretty hopeful down on Ave B
  But now that we’re on M you’ve nearly given up on me
  That light is winking at you and it’s driving you insane
  You’d try to get around me too bad it’s a single lane
  Well it’s finally time to lose me at any cost
  Might go mile out or you could end up getting lost
  Try to turn right but suddenly out of the blue
  I decide to make that right, right in front of you
  
  
   

we saw this delicious movie

This movie has me thinking food every minute... BOOM!

The Goose Who Thinks He is a Sandhill Crane

those are dogs?

there are no words... just a sigh... inspired too?

exactly... and writing fiction I might add... BOOM ♀

 

Poet Rafeef Ziadah

she sings bombs called words - 'We teach life, sir', London, 12.11.11

Barbie humor

get that education, girls! BOOM!

Somebody That I Used to Know - Walk off the Earth

I Could Be a Boxer

I Could Be a Boxer

I have a history
of growing back wisdom
teeth, parting my gums
like persimmon fruit
and making it look easy.
Like bright dead things
look easy or carving
S.O.S. in fresh cement,
the branch moving
like arms or legs.
But I know my body—
it’s a stove that learned
early how to bake
a life or take one.
Like mending a crow’s
wing when I was eight,
its feathers thick
enough to fill an urn.
And birthing that tooth?
was like punching out
a bruised rib but
I took it like God
was in my throat
telling me not to cede.

*   *   *

Cynthia Manick is the author of Blue Hallelujahs (Black Lawrence Press, 2016). A Pushcart Prize–nominated poet with a MFA in Creative Writing from the New School, she has received fellowships from Cave Canem, Hedgebrook, Poets House, and the Vermont Studio Center. Manick’s work has appeared in American Review, Bone Bouquet, Callaloo, Kweli Journal, Muzzle Magazine, Pedestal Magazine, Tidal Basin, Wall Street Journal, and elsewhere. She currently resides in Brooklyn, New York. A LINK TO HER NEWSLETTER

Tending

The title alone has me all excited... I have not read all this poetry collection, not yet, but plan to SOON... BOOM

Ways of Speaking

and she's one of the best blogger/writers/poets! GO LOOK

What Does Wisdom Look Like? 👌

What Does Wisdom Look Like??👌

The end result became known as “The Wisdom Matrix,” a graphic design seen everywhere from the Rubin Museum’s website to the subway platforms of New York. It’s also the namesake of the 2016 fall series.

READ 

 

Bills (Official Video)

this is kinda poetic, don't you think? BOOM to bills...

What if?

I’ve long been interested in how people, particularly those in the arts (my people!), function under tyranny. How much do we compromise, and how much do we fight back? Sure, we all like to imagine ourselves acting courageously in a perilous situation, but would we really? What if our livelihoods were at stake — or our lives?

How do artists function under tyranny?

READ THIS


A group of Chinese artists were detained by police in Chengdu for protesting against air pollution. In Xi’an in northwest China, university students spent ten hours applying face masks to over 800 stone lions.

Words Will Always Retain Their Power

Humanity I Love You

Over to you ee cummings:


Humanity I Love You

humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both

parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard

Humanity i love you because
when you’re hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you’re flush pride keeps

you from the pawn shop and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death
Humanity

i …

THE SAUCERERS APPRENTICE! (weekly poem)

THE SAUCERERS APPRENTICE! (weekly poem):

“I’ve succeeded in business because I’ve employed people

with dedication, motivation and persistence. When I met

some apprentices recently, I was really impressed by their

attitude. They’re ambitious, they’re doers - they make

things happen; … Success is down to finding people like

this. People that make businesses grow”. - Sir Alan Sugar, TV advert for apprentices, 2009.

You’ll note in ‘The Apprentice’ that’s,

On TV now each week;

The entrants are a motley crew,

Exuding wind and cheek.

And when one of these chinless twerps,

Has the good luck to win;

They usually last a year or two,

Before they chuck it in. (1)

Back in the real world if they make,

Lord Sugar’s business grow;

Why isn’t it apprentices,

Who earn most of the dough?

If his success is really down,

To people just like this;

How come his pay is way beyond,

The dreams of avarice?

If they’re the “doers” and they make,

Things happen every day;

How come that he’s got all the wealth,

And they their piddling pay?

They do not get what they create,

Their pickings are quite slim;

How come they earn a thousandth of,

The total paid to him?

(1) Under the old format where the Apprentice worked for

one of Lord Sugar’s companies, all six Apprentices left.

© Richard Layton