Some new changes: from poetry to prose

#73. Opposites Attract. Write a scene in which two characters play opposites to each other. (from writersdigest.com)

He was like fire. She was like ice. He was open like a flame that wraps everything up in its liquid arms and snaps and picks up. She was like wood that tightens and creaks in the cold. Instead of open arms, she felt herself creeping closed and she couldn’t help it.

It started the night she heard him on that phone call. One minute she was making spaghetti and meat sauce at the stove, the next she was peering around the corner to the other room, trying not be concerned at the hushed voice and the way he bent his head into the phone. Like he was trying to hide who he was talking to.

She told herself it didn’t matter and then the conversation the next day. Before work. Her coffee hadn’t even finished brewing yet.

“I have a project after work, babe. I’ll be late. Don’t worry.”

“Don’t worry” he had said…like he didn’t know how to talk to a woman. Like he hadn’t been living with one for the last three years. Like he didn’t know that all she would do was worry. Worry about who he was talking to as she opened her locker at work. Like she wouldn’t be thinking about the pink lipstick she saw on his neck that one weekend when she changed out of her scrubs later that day.

Yeah, don’t worry. Well, that would be pretty fucking unlikely.

That night she tells him. As they’re standing next to the microwave. She’s waiting for her dinner to finish cooking. “I’m moving back in with my mother. I’ll take the TV. No, don’t worry. I’ll be fine by myself.”


Hi Friends,

For those of you who have been loyal readers and followers these past years, I appreciate you. As I gather content for my next few poetry book projects, I am going to try something new on here. I won’t be posting as much poetry, but in an effort to keep writing…I’m going to try to write some more prose. Right now, that looks like trying writing prompts…wherever I may find them. Who knows, maybe in the future it will move into something else. Maybe it’ll be something that will stick. Maybe I’ll give up after a few posts of writing prompts and start something else. This feels like an ending of an era for me. But also of something new.

Happy Writing!

~AJM

at the fair

the chickens open their beaks

in a silent squawk

feathered bodies pant

melt and puddle

over wood shavings

the young girl pours water

into the tray in the cages corner

“Jessica needs more water”

“I’m so nervous”

“First place, master showman, I can’t believe it”

off in the corner

several family members

wait and melt in a hundred degrees

with love and pride dripping down their foreheads

and flies batting at their knees

Hands Off

For this one, I’m adding a note here first for some context. I recently read an article about Trump suggesting “menstrual classes” for US women to help increase birth rates in America. Because you know…none of us seem to know how our bodies work. 🙄 The article was a little bit too Handsmaids Tale-ish to me, and so ludicrous that I simultaneously wanted to laugh and cry. The disgusting desire to control women’s health is just so disrespectful and alienating. I also can’t believe that it’s even happening to begin with. The ignorance and corruption. And at any rate, it also pissed me off, and so, of course, I wrote something in response to it. I wrote several stanzas, to be honest, but in the end, I only needed one.

The article, if you’re curious:

https://www.nytimes.com/2025/04/21/us/politics/trump-birthrate-proposals.html?smid=nytcore-android-share


I am thirty-six years old
I know what I need
I dont need a billionaire white man
telling me how to bleed

Dream-Lies

Some of my classmates are getting old
I see the wrinkles beneath their eyes
Their hair is gray, their children are grown
Were the dreams we dreamed just lies

Some said
I want to go to Hollywood and party with the stars
I’ll own a house in malibu and several shiny cars
I’ll paint with fields of color and start an artist’s revolution
I’ll save the whales and sea turtles and remove plastics from the ocean

And still for others
These dreams are dreams left up high on an empty shelf
But the biggest dream I ever dreamed was the life I live myself

Recycled

all that is said that ever was
thinking about it just because
and all the stuff I cannot change
the unimportant or really strange

it’s drifting by like rolled-up news
it’s dirty gray and overused
the stuff that hasn’t happened yet
recycled things I can’t forget

Monday in the ER

Hi all, no poetry from me this week because I spent most of my Monday in the Emergency Room.

Everything is okay, but at the time my face and arm was going numb, so that was less okay. I have a muscle strain in my right shoulder that makes me feel like there is an icy-hot poker stabbing at me. That is, when I’m not taking pain meds. Oh, and I have been getting muscle spasms in my neck, too. Fun times.

So, nothing creative from me this week. Or, maybe there is…

Monday in the ER

shoulder hurt, stabbing
pit stop, pit crew, she dying?
safe. home with pain meds

OR

my arm and neck numb
not dying. feel kind of dumb
remember: ergonomic


Ahhh…I could go on and on with the haikus. At least the dogs cuddled me at the end of the night. Showing their love, as doggies do. One big, giant, doggy pile.

The Basketballs

To the person who left
An old, deflated basketball
In your back yard

To Mother Nature
Who picked it up
Carried it to the next house
Then the next
Until it rested on a muddy bank
That belonged

To a chocolate lab
Who rescued it
Claimed it
As his own

To the countless hours
Through rain, snow, dust and sunlight
Spent catching, jumping
and loving this half-deflated
Junk that no one else wanted

To the person
Who thought that deflated
Meant not useful enough
Who tossed it aside

To the universe who knew
That a chocolate lab needed it

To the water
That brought it
where it needed to be

To Koda who
Loves, loves, loves
His first, dirty, lumpy basketball
That the universe gifted him another

To the universe
Who knew that a chocolate lab
(and their human)
Would spend countless hours in the yard
Playing, catching and listening

To the universe
Who knew that two, lumpy, half-deflated basketballs meant
More fresh air, more exercise, a friend and friends

To the basketballs
who often sit on our front porch
Lovingly named “Outside Balls”

Thank you

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For more of Koda, our chocolate lab, you can follow him on instagram @kodabear_thebud.

Some New Changes

You might have noticed some changes to the blog. I made an impulsive choice tonight and upgraded my blog to premium. After 10 years of blogging content, I can’t believe I still use this site (although not as much as I did several years ago.) So the purpose of this site for me has changed.

When I first created the blog, I wanted to use it as a platform to just keep me writing and I did just that. Several years ago, I started to work on a self-publishing project and I lost heart in it. I started writing movie and TV show reviews, and I decided (although fun), that wasn’t a good use of my time. At some point, I also posted fiction and short stories, but also realized that I’d rather work on longer projects.

So, here we are. Blog version 3.1 or 3.2 or something.

I will continue to blog, but in a limited fashion like I’ve been doing for the past couple of years. And I would like to use this site to promote my novels and other publishable works. (Or I hope to publish!)

This is who I am, and this is where I will stay.

Happy writing everyone!

My Thoughts on 2020

I’ve been wanting to type out my thoughts on this past year, but I am struggling to figure out how to organize what I am trying to say. A LOT Happened. Between realizing the world was thrown into a pandemic, there was the election to stress about, and at some point I was also working from home. Both Mike and I were very lucky, as we were both able to keep our jobs, and neither of us has been sick. However, I seem to want to add purpose to this past year…

Did I learn anything in 2020? Is that even important?

I’d like to think that I’ve learned something this past year, but it feels more like observations…not necessarily proof of self growth, but more like observations of myself and things I discovered that helped me through such a difficult year.

Self Discipline:

Not everyone has it. As a writer, I should be better at this, but I’m not. It takes a lot of self discipline to work from home to be productive while there are home distractions (like a chocolate lab who constantly wants to licks your elbow, or tries to leave his ball on your keyboard.)

Staying in Contact with Friends and Family:

With quarantining and social distancing, I haven’t seen many of my family members since the middle of this summer. I think the point here is that there are many other ways to stay ‘in contact’ even when you can’t meet together in person.

  • Group chats: My sisters and I have a group text conversation which we chime in almost daily; even if it is to simply tell each other what we made for dinner that day. I also have a few other active chats with other friends and family.
  • Snail Mail: I sent more letters out to friends and family. Sometimes, there is nothing better than seeing a letter in the mail addressed to you that’s not bills or spam.
  • Facebook Groups: I started a Facebook group named ‘The Resistance,’ (which was named by my niece who is an avid Star Wars fan.) Although not about Star Wars at all, this group is for friends and family to boost each other up and discuss any issues and concerns about mental health.

Although, I miss seeing some of my friends and I miss traveling, I had to find other ways to entertain myself.

A Few Discoveries that Stuck With Me:

  • Hamilton: In March of 2020, I listened to Hamilton for the first time and then practically non-stop for the next month or so. It was my way to combat anxiety and with all the tongue twisters of words in the lyrics, it kept me occupied singing along and I wasn’t worrying about anything else. Hamilton saved me from a lot of unnecessary panic attacks.
  • Animal Crossing: It’s very relaxing gathering things and catching fish in this game. It also helped me to avoid panic attacks.
  • Some Good News: This youtube channel created by John Krasinski was such a treat.
  • Writing: I feel like I was motivated to write a lot more. I finally broke 50,000 words on one of my stories! Although, I had this mentality: ‘if I die today, what would I have to show for it?‘ (I seemed to have some of the lyrics of Hamilton ingrained into my brain.) It still motivated me. Who would tell my story? What would my story, my history, look like in the future? I want it to show that I’m a writer…that I can get something published.

The truth remains: I will always be a writer, I will always want to be a writer (even if I find myself in a bit of a writer’s block these last few months.) But I always come back to it, like it’s a warm lamp on a cold, dark night.

This past year wasn’t easy by any means, but I take these discoveries and observations with me and try to look at them in a positive light. Here’s hoping 2021 has more discoveries, less hate and love for everyone.

I hope everyone has a great night. Happy New Year and Happy Writing!