100 Words – It Started Out Swell

velvetverbosity — Thu, 30 Dec 2010 04:43:58 +0000

I’ll tell you all about my Christmasaganza in Florida a little later. Sorry for the black-out, I expected to have better internet and computer access but between visiting family, holiday activities, helping to cook for a small army, and then being in a hotel without free wi-fi (I know, right? Soooooo 2008!) I didn’t get to blog or tweet or Facebook, or even email.

Yes, it was weird. But it was also, dare I say it, refreshing to step away and unplug.

Before I left I had already chosen my pick of the week, the steadfast LouCeel. May you never have to have this conversation with someone you love.

It started out as a quiet conversation. A planning session. They were going to a reception and it was going to be out of town and they needed to talk about where they’d stay and what they would gift and all sorts of things. But slowly the tenor of the conversation turned. There was something bothering her and he knew it. He became more insistent and she became more resistant, and the more he pushed, the more she pushed back, until finally, she told him she was worried and concerned; that when he drank he didn’t know how to act.

And since I’m currently geeking out on a few neuroscience books, I’m going to break with tradition and not pick from a book this week. Instead, in celebration of the holidays, drop and give me 100 on:

SPIRIT

100 Words – Hushing Lullabies

velvetverbosity — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 15:03:33 +0000

It has been a long time since I’ve moved, and I had forgotten just how much work it is! Particularly since I’m only moving one town over and decided to be frugal and put in my own sweat labor. But I will have a Rumford fireplace to sit by this winter while I write and that image carries me through.

My pick of the week is Mr. Gabriel Gadfly, a poet, who wrote this heart-wrenching piece.

Life Support
A heart cannot pull away from its veins.
At the corridor’s end, one step shy of snapping
the arteries that bind me to you, I turn and flee
to your bedside, my fearful heart beating its fists
on the white doors of your room, as if it might find
them locked and barred, but they open, they
still accept me, you still sleep, dreaming to the
hushing lullabies of your respirator. Your hand is
warm and I imagine your fingers curl, just a little,
around mine. I’ll stay here until you wake up.
I’ll stay here until you wake up.

I would highly recommend you spend some time on his site browsing his other poetry.

The prompt this week is from “The Children’s Book” by my favorite author, A.S. Byatt.

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100 Words – It Started Out Swell

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100 Words – Hushing Lullabies

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