Poetry Through Recovery

So, I was sitting at my desk trying to figure out what to do next and it hit me like a baseball in the sun.  Write about my journey through addiction and recovery. Not the whole thing mind you, parts are pretty boring, but some aren’t. The last year of my addiction and pieces of my recovery are insane, funny and downright heartbreaking.

 

Poetry Through Recovery (1)
Coming June 15, 2018

I mean, I wrote most of my story once, but the whole thing in itself really isn’t fit for human consumption, so this time, on a second go around, I decided to share some of the gritty parts.

People love gritty parts.

Yes, it is called Poetry Through Recovery, but it won’t be all poetry. There will be some personal essays and some funny anecdotes. Just real shit that could maybe help a trainwrecked soul like myself. I did a survey a while back and most people seemed to want to hear about a piece of my life that revolved around living at a place called The Wagon Wheel when I was an eighteen-year-old pregnant mother of two with a crackhead husband.

Trust me, that story is coming. But for some reason, I feel like I need to write this other one first. There is kind of a parallel there, so to speak. When I lived at the Wagon Wheel, I was sober, but living among drunks, addicts, and absolute chaos. Fast forward ten years and it was the same old story, except now I was the drunk asshole. Stories like this – like my story – help people. Maybe I’ll lace Poetry Through Recovery with pieces of the Wagon Wheel. At this point, I feel like I have to.

It’s the only way it’ll all make sense. And sometimes, we need shit to make sense.

Have a blessed day.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/parallel/

 

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Happy Haiku Day!

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Today is the day!

Blustery and beautiful

Everything in bloom

There’s no need to fret

With all the sun and the wet

April, then sweet May

Spring is in the air

On National Haiku Day

Inhale then smile

Fret

 

 

 

Disrupt Your Routine

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I work for a CPA firm. CPAs are an interesting breed as they detest any type of change. I am surprised they even do electronic returns. Though, thinking back, it was resisted with much venom until electronic returns were mandated. Still, they found a way around it.

I digress.

Disruption is often suspicious when it comes to the daily to and fro of our lives – the lives of our children and pets for sure – because in routine is where comfort lies. But nothing grows without resistance and disruption. Disruption gets a bad rap because it’s inserted in statements like, “Joey, stop disrupting the class.” or “You’re disrupting the baby’s naptime.”

But, what about when we disrupt our own routines? Like, maybe you always write at the kitchen table, or walk down the same street after dinner or have the same freaking coffee (half-caff, venti with skim milk, and six Splenda) at the same coffee shop every single effing day. What does coffee with six Splenda taste like, anyway? What if you change it up? What would that look like?

It really is when we forced into change that it has the most profound effect. For me, change can be fun when I want to do it; other times, it sucks. When it sucks is when I make the most changes.

I always write the same stuff: poetry, memoirs, dramas. But what if I just throw my papers in the wind and say: Hey, why don’t I try to write a horror story? Or maybe a romance? I mean, I wrote a super creepy story about a misfit and a bag of money and it turned out pretty decent.

So… why don’t we give it a shot?

Let’s try it: I want whoever is reading this to write a blog post outside your comfort zone. If you write scary stuff? Try romance. Are you a poet? Write a short story about something. Horror writer? Write a short sappy something. Put your link in the comments here and I’ll check them out… and hopefully, other commenters will check out some links, too.

So, write something you’d never think to write, post to your blog, link in the comments.

🙂

Update on my novel: it is with a real live editor! Yes… and then I get it back and make the changes and then… submit! Woohoo! I am so excited about this story.

Think it. Believe it.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/disrupt/

Disrupt

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Flame

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Luminescent flame; nightly deranged

Sequel in my skin

Where do I begin?

My eyes pierce the glow; heaven unfolds

And just like that

My dreams are here

Like water in the wheel

The vibration consumes me; damp earth, infectious

No one could feel the sting; save for my luminescent heart

That’s just how it goes sometimes…

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/luminescent/

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Premonition Identical

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Premonition row

A bright and lonely threshold

Stepping through the light

Bend to the righteous

Identical assumptions

I can see through you


 

via Daily Prompt: Premonition

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Provoked into Change

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What does it take to change? I mean, think about it. If everything was great all the time, where would be the incentive to do anything different? If life didn’t get uncomfortable sometimes, we would just wallow in mediocrity.

How many times have you been provoked into change? And would you have changed anything if you weren’t provoked? Think about it. People say, “why do bad things happen?” I believe most bad things happen because it’s the only way to get us to change, move, leave or stay.

I made up my mind about two memoirs I will write. The first one is about my journey through the last year of my addiction. It was pretty gruesome. I was provoked into sobriety because life became so unbearable. I lost everything. I have already written half of it in my ‘life story’ that my psychic advisor told me to write.

The other one is the one about the Wagon Wheel after getting kicked out of my psycho in-law’s house. A part of this is also in my ‘life story’ that I have written. In that story, I was hassled into staying in an already dead-end marriage because I had two children and was pregnant with a third. Throw in a crack head husband who steals pallets to make a living along with living in a hotel room above a seedy bar, and I think we have a story.

Writing down my regurgitated thoughts is the easy part. It’s like writing a grocery list or a step by step on how to boil water. Easy Peasy. For me, the editing is the hard part. I have no problem writing, “I wasn’t sure if it was the smell of the dead skunk outside the window or the fact that I was sitting in a puddle of my own blood that woke me up, but whatever it was it ignited a spark in me. A spark that something had to give.” 

But how do I make that pop? How do I make that really jump off the page? That’s where the work comes in. And that is where I’m at right now. April 1st is when I send my polished fiction novel to my editor. And April 1st is when I start breaking down my memoir.

Are you working on anything?

Peace and love my friends. ❤

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/provoke/

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Uncompromising

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Remain ever fearless

Uncompromising in your quest

For absolution

For salvation

Despite devotion and support from others

Understand that only you can count on you

You are your foundation

You are your blanket

You just are

And you are stunning.

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Happy International Women’s Day! Stay true to you and always caress your soul. 

via Daily Prompt: Uncompromising

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