A poetic journey through my mind

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Me and my Shadow

Sorry folks, I’ve tried to warn Mia about words…they can turn and bite when you try to make them march in line.  😉


Edit: Very Important Question

 

(Hmm.  8 “likes” and no comments.  Guess that’s a “no thanks” to Patreon for now.  🙂

Okies, back to  “work”…maybe something will be worth supporting in the future.)

Heya! Got a question for y’all. Ever heard of a thing called “Patreon”? It’s part of the whole crowd funding scene, a place kinda like Kickstarter but with two notable differences: A) It’s just for artists, but for artists of all stripes and types…and B) Instead of one time donations, it’s a recurring thing, allowing folks to be, basically, patrons of the arts…at whatever level is possible for them. From a dollar a month to…well, as far as you wanna go.

The fun thing is the reward system. For each level of payment there’s a reward, contingent on the particular artists choice and type of art.

For instance, for visual arts it might be anything from being able to see works in progress before anyone else, to being entered into a monthly drawing for an original piece!

Also, like Kickstarter, there may be goals to be reached, depending on the artist in question and their needs.

I’m seriously considering starting a page, for two purposes. I’m still really intent on organizing my stuff into book form, or maybe even two…one for the “social commentary”/awareness sort of ones (that one will be a not for profit project, but it won’t, unfortunately, be free to make…) and one for my mythology based work, both the poetry and maybe even some short stories.

I’m also moving, soon, from Florida back out West, to Salt Lake…and I want to build a tiny home. My severely limited mobility really cuts into my creativity, as chronic pain leads to depression and anxiety. I’m basically living in one room now, and one under 400 sq. ft. space with no doors or stairs or other nonsense sounds like my idea of paradise…not to mention it would be my first actual space entirely of my own…at 47, that makes it about time.

So I guess I’m asking for advice…does it sound like something worth doing, and should I put the effort into it?

Don’t worry, my new stuff will still come here (hopefully more often than recently…the more I write the more they come, I’ve found.) and it will be free as always.

But folks who want to follow me over to Patreon will have to let me know what sort of thing you might like for a reward…some of the ideas I’ve had are a chat/text group just for y’all, to talk about whatever…(in case you missed it, I LOVE to talk…😝) or maybe personal suggestions/requests for poems, toss me a random poem prompt, stuff like that? I’m even up for challenges…give me (almost) any three words and an adjective (funny, horrific, romantic, etc) and I’ll find/construct a piece for you. If any of these sounds good, just leave me a note in the usual place, and maybe we can make this happen!

Love,
KC


Perspective

On the bright side, he loves me,
On the bright side, he’s home,
On the bright side, I’m with him,
not here in the dark on my own.

In the light of the bright side the darkness seems endless, the patterns repeating again and again, and the glare of the bright side is searing and deadly, pinpointing where the light ends.

On the bright side, he loves me,
On the bright side, she’s gone,
On the bright side, I’m with him,
not here in the dark all alone.

On the bright side (where is it?) I’m with him (I miss you) not here in the dark all alone…


No-when and Never-been

They say “stuck in the 80’s”, “lost in the 60’s”,
“Generation Me-my-x-y-z”…
As if they’re all places, things you can go to,
but then, where does that leave me?

My “style” is non-existent, my “mojo” even more so,
and people look at me as if my brain was in my torso.
I’ve never bred, I never will, and to some, that makes me less,
what it means to me, they’ll never know or ever guess.
My age is vague, like shifting smoke, it changes with every breath,
and so it will, within my will, until destiny or death.
My heart is words, my mind is song, the rhyme that rules the world,
and yet my voice is never heard, and cannot be unfurled.

I live in my spaces, my in-between faces,
a liminal creature, time-free,
between no-when and never-been, that’s where
you’ll find what’s me.


More and more pics!

Just for fun, and to procrastinate further from going through the 300 and some posts in my read-blogs page from the last few days, here are some more pics.  More nifty stuff from my style, and some I took with my 6 yr. old camera and bad photography skills.  I’m not sure I know how to put them up and put comments between/after, so it may be a bit confused.  Bear with me.  *g*

The pictures have mouse over titles that say what they are, as I couldn’t figure out how to sort them, and/or write between them.

 

Ok, I’m going to try to write about the pics.  Here goes.

First one:  “My” baby girl, Rowan, in my ears and my beloved ex’s (hereafter known as my BE) fuzzy arms.

Second pic: Taken on the fantastic Disney World trip that my BMF Ben took me on this New Years.  He lives in UT., but he comes out to see me occasionally.  He got us a hotel room in one of the Disney resorts, for almost 2 weeks minus travel time from Jax!  I was exhausted after, but it was sooo awesome!  This pic was taken during one of the parades at the Magic Kingdom, and I love it because I managed to take it just as “Alice” was sticking her tongue out at someone, and the Hatter was in the perfect pose to see all his costume.

Next…there’s a cardinal in the middle of the picture, but he’s harder to see than I had hoped.  I just loved the way it looked, that little red bird in the green branches.  🙂

Next is the first flowers anyone ever gave me.  The BE gave them to me randomly one day, and I almost fell over.  But he was always doing sweet romantic things like that.  My favorite story is how the first time I went in the mental hospital while we were living together, he packed my bag…and when I got there, I found his childhood stuffed animal, a cute little fox, packed into the bag.  How many men would think of something like that?

The next few are a series, so I’m going to talk about all of them here.  This is the baby girl in the first pic, at 3.  She just turned 3 this yr, and I love her with all my heart.  I was literally the first person other than a doctor who held her, as I got handed her fresh from her mommy’s (cut open, urrghh) stomach!  Next is my Rowan with her mommy, my BFF Becky, and in her Easter hat. Next is The Bump, aka Rowans baby brother-to-be.  I call him The Bump because Becks is still waffling over a name…*giggles*

Next is my over-crowded little altar, with my usual eclectic chaos.  The cards in back and the figure in front of them are by my absolutely favorite artist, Jasmine Beckett=Griffith.  Love love love her stuff!  Faery tale, faeries, Alice, Steampunk…she makes the most wonderful things.  Best of all, she’s based down in Orlando, so I can just drive down less than 2 hours away and see her when she has shows at Pop Gallery.  The rest are found items, dedicated stones and crystals, and significators for my various “people”.  The bunny is The Moon, as per Japanese legends of the Rabbit in the Moon.  The apple is for Eris, goddess of chaos, keeper of the Holy Kao.  The Coyote (he’s kinda hard to see…he’s behind the cards.) is…well, guess.  😉  The water buffalo is for my zen side.

The next is…well, a picture of a squirrel.  I was parked in the parking lot and he just kept running back and forth on the fence, as if daring me to take his picture, so I did.  🙂

The next two are part of my future Walmart Harujuku outfits…my shirt that I had made at Zazzle (love love love that site!) and my new and totally awesome corset!

Hope that helps!

 

KC & Co.