Monthly Archives: September 2013

I’ve been Nominated for the Liebster Award!!!


Woot woot! thank you so much for Nominating me, Lori!!

The Rules:

1. Thank the person who nominated you and link to their blog.

2. You must answer the 10 questions given to you by the nominee before you.

3. You must nominate 10 of your favorite blogs with fewer than 200 followers and notify them of their nomination.

4. You must come up with 10 questions for your nominees to answer.

The Questions:

1. What was you’re first job?

Can you believe I’m going to say that I’ve never had one?! Well, I am only 14. The only job that I could ever get would be a babysitting job, but when you live in a big city like me, that’s easier said than done.

2. Why did you start blogging?

It all started with the romanic Idea of posting my poetry on a blog. I dreamed about it. I was always imagining what I would write in my posts, how funny I would be, how much I wanted one. I was an angsty writer that wanted to have my poetry heard, but I was held back from doing it because I didn’t even have a computer at the time, and I was pretty much a luddite. It’s a wonder I have any electronics at all now! When I finally got a blog, though, it was like giving birth to a child. It was beautiful, it was special, and it was all mine. From that day on, I felt like I had this little sacred shrine for my poetry that I could visit. It was my little place, my little world.

3. What kind of family did you (are you) grow up (growing up) in?

Oh, where do I start? My family is basically a bunch of artists stuck together. Either we love each other or it’s just people singing to each other when they get mad. I’m just joking. But we are INSANELY eclectic and awesome.

4. Is this where you thought you would be at this age?

To be honest, no! Even though I am young, I have big goals for myself. I want to be famous! i want to be known! (hey, that’s what the Liebster award is about, right?) I want to make music and write and express myself to the fullest! But for now I’m still in school, moseying on down to class and doing homework. Bummer.

5. What is the best place you’ve ever visited?

The grand Canyon, tops. I cried when I saw how huge it all was!

6..If you could travel anywhere, where would you go?

well, I can’t say only one place! There are so many gorgeous locales I haven’t been to! Oh, Italy, Israel, France, India, Ireland, everywhere!

7. What’s the most expensive thing you’ve ever purchased?

errrr….I don’t really spend that much. Hmmm…..I think I haven’t lived long enough to answer that (too many unanswerable questions! this is irking me thoroughly!)

8. Cat or Dog person?

CAT CAT CAT!!!! Cats are far superior to dogs, because they can take care of themselves, unlike dogs, who have to be walked and fed and petted constantly. Cats are much more interesting and can have attitudes, whereas dogs Either love you to death or hate you. Dogs are messy and crazy, but cats are subtle. Cats also are THE BEST to snuggle with!!!

9. What is your favorite movie?

As a movie lover, I couldn’t really say, but for things I’ve watched a billion times over as a kid it would be either “The sound of Music” or “Milo and Otis”. And then for real heavy ones, either “Moonrise Kingdom” or “Lagan” which is a 4 hour long Bollywood epic, which you should totally check out, by the way.

10. What is you’re favorite season and why?

Fall. Fall has the breezy, laid-back feel of summer and spring, but also has the colder feel of winter. It is the most colorful and visible of all the seasons for me, since it doesn’t ever snow where I live, AND It has all the best holidays!! Anyway, I’m a hopeless romantic. All hopeless romantics love the fall.


I was very lazy making links, sorry….

The Questions I made
1. What drives you to write?
2. Tell me about your first pet.
3. Night owl or early riser?
4. What smell for you has the most nostaglia to go along with it and why?
5. If you had to take three things from your house in a fire, what would they be?
6. What is your favorite tv show and why?
7. Describe the person you love most without saying their name or gender.
8. Do you think you would like to continue blogging for a long time or not? Explain.
9. Who is your role model?
10. What is your biggest pet peeve?


Rhyming exercise #1– Last week outing


cheap bowling
fast park strolling
little outing
small doubting
simple question
now lies the answer
the african dancer
and in me
i see a tree
just an inkling
stars start twinkling
beat starts pounding
love astounding
oh to die
to live and sigh
and break the walls
and hear that sigh-
its how life is
(i wonder why.)

Copyright 2013 Golden Star Poetry


Stream of consciousness # 12


the fondest
like the lightening bugs you catch in your hand
this lost finger this lost hand
this little ember and this tramp
this little ember and this lost lamp
this frog and this water and this
and all of this at the same tense time
the bug on your shoulder sleeps softly and hums to the banner
the stars spangle
and the night hums
and the machine drums
the night air warms you and rouses you to an upright position
you cant sleep
i cant sleep
the coffee cant boil
the slippery soil
is to deep
i cant sleep
you cant sleep-
why take the sleeping pills?
there is the nature frond
this erstwhile pine
the grubby tree
the coffee tea
like and lake and sun and bake
creep soft and slow
lightening bug
catch me fast
light from the lightening i can finally
finally see your face.
what a while its been
i didn’t realize i missed you.

night comes:
we have to talk about the nighttime.

Copyright 2013 Golden Star Poetry


Her hands on the table


let me out!!
let me out!!!
cry the fingers.
her hands are like chickens
jostling in their pens.
and a few times over
her hands are dancing
her hands are company,
her hands are embers
her hands are the river to the river to the wave.
how madrid would like
to write essays
on her hands, and
play fiery castanets.

her hands on the lift
make a breath seem like forever.
her hands on the table
make the quiet moments
feel like symbols crashing on dry ears.

bring your hands to me-
all quiet tears:
madrid will write essays on your hands
spain will write novels on your palm
and i will sit on the road
begging for the memory of
something like a kiss
looking for a lost alm.

Copyright 2013 Golden Star Poetry


the Girl on the Water/ הילדה על המיים


.אני הילדה של המיים
.את מין הסתו הארןך
אוליי ביחד
,יש לנו סיפור אכר
.ספור של מלח ועלים
תזבי אותי
!הים שלי
אני כמו אבן
כי אני אקשנית
.ורצה לוהיות על האדמ

I am the girl from the water.
you are the girl from the long autumn.
Perhaps together,
we have another story-
a story of salt and leaves.
leave me be,
my water!
I am like a rock,
I am stubborn,
and I want to be on the earth.

Copyright 2013 Golden Star Poetry


Left, Right, Left?


“Good writers touch life often. Mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies”– Ray Bradbury, Farenheight 451

(the spring blooming light was approaching.)

I hear hoofbeats, now.

thats the sound of her arterial valve, crackling on the oven

and thats her left aorta ,keeping time.

She is afraid she has it all mixed up

left aorta, right

right aorta, left; (?!?!)

touching life most often

is a hard guess.

(at best, mine is at work.)

a calculation, interpretation,

statement accusation.

thats my cervical cortex springing back, at the centrifuge

and thats my left cortex ,analyzing you.

I am afraid I have it all mixed up

left cortex, right.

right cortex, left; (?!?!)

giving life a run down

might be a bearable mess,

(but he is on the wheel)

making a turn to the station

faster faster FAST


take a look back

that is the sound of the oil tank, up in flames,

the left turn signal, clicking.

He is afraid he has it all mixed up

left turn, right

right turn left; (?!?!)

raping the soul out of life (I assure you)

is your best bet.

Copyright 2013 Golden Star Poetry


The smell of rain


Bernard, a free spirited man in his forties is with his wife, Amy, a close- minded woman in her mid-thirties. On their balcony. It’s about to rain.

Bernard: doesn’t it feel like rain?

Amy: looks like it, yeah

B: I was just wondering, do you, maybe…like, can you SMELL it?

A: rain has a scent?

B I don’t know, it gets kind of moist…sorta invigorating, but i don’t know how to put a finger on the smell…

A: its the smell of imagination. I have no clue what you are talking about, Berny.

B: neither do you, apparently.

A: oh really?

B: Yeah, I know plenty of people who can smell rain. its like another sense, Amy. Hey, have some fun, will you? you’re so uptight all of the time. Maybe it’s limiting you’re sense of imagination. Maybe you’re forgetting what freedom’s like. Come on, it’s rain! Have some fun!

A: Bernard James Patrickson, just because you earned a degree in psychology fifteen years ago does not mean you can try to be my shrink.

B: I’m not trying to be anything, Amy,I”m trying to be alive!

A: (looking away. Long pause.) do you want to go back inside and watch tv?

B: What?

A: Never mind. Do you want some ice-cream? some toast? I have Bryers ice cream in the fridge.

B: What are you talking about? Ames. I don’t want ice cream. I want you.

A: no, bern-

B: I want you, amy, I want you.

A: Stop saying that, berny, stop saying that!

B: But ames-

A: (shouting) stop saying that, just stop! ( lowering her voice). Can you just come back into the house, bern?

B: why- why are you always changing the subject?

AMY exits stage right.

B: Ames…

BERNARD burries his face in his hands.

Copyright 2013 Golden Star Poetry

A late night musing


kennedy looks so sad. It’s like he knows he’s going to die.
the brush strokes of the oil
that just looks like the rain
falling off into a distant world.
and thats all supposed to be artistic!

how prophetic.
all our hats off to john.