Text Tuesdays – New Prose – “Cool”

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Cool…
KS 6/26/12
That side of the bed was cool again,
Pillows cold, space vast,
Solace,
Alone,
Freedom…
The dream of an ideal thought,
The chance of failure,
Mask,
Future,
Love…

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What I Learned Sundays – Mother’s Day Free Write – Happy Mother’s Day

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In the end, this truly touches on today, Mother’s Day. Last night I had that strange “getting old” moment, or maybe the maturation thought moment. It’s very different then the moment you plan out your life, get married, plan for children, success, the house and car, etc., etc., etc.

I sat watching the end of a film that was locally filmed and the culmination was of a wedding anniversary, and a happy doting couple. The cynic may say, this is something that’s not rooted in reality, I can even look within things I’ve seen with friends and associates and could easily be that same cynic, but rather than that, I saw myself. Strange as it may seem, I saw a time, in the not too distant future, but not that soon either.

Sitting at a table near the rear of the vineyard, they sat together. No longer in their crazy thirties, but in that age of happy medium where more of their dreams had been realized, shared, accommodated, and even experienced and past. If you asked them whether this day would come in their youth, or “second youth,” the answer would likely be ‘no,’ however, today they sat, wrapped within each other. They sat sharing an old world connection that many today chose to forsake. The sparkle in their eyes glistened as their daughter struggled to sit still. The best man, at their wedding long ago, jokingly recounted his past life with a jovial but respectful speech that brought laughter and fond memories. Soon after, her Matron of honor from that time did the same.

Text Tuesdays – New Prose – Free Write – “Judge-ment”

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These are the products of my insomnia. This, a very personal piece, has been an idea/thought/concept that once a revelation was made to me, I looked back at the events over the course of time that it affected.

First, before incorrectly interpreted, this is not about a love interest, past love, current love in the sense that it may seem, from there, you can make your own interpretations of what it means, or does not mean for you.

Many of my pieces are personal, however when dealing with writing about oneself or about love (muse), like Blue Lines, it may in part be a release or an expression. This piece, is ironic, at how thoughts and favor can easily change though the person decides to omit all of the facts.

“Judge-ment”
KS 04/03/12
Your eyes looked upon me,
I said it was human to judge,
You said it was not,
As you interpreted me,
You liked me then,
Just not my words,

You told me not to judge,
I lay this at your feet,

You claimed spirituality,
Openness,
As you matched,
Religion,
With myth,
With mysticism,

You told me not to judge,
I lay this at your feet,

You took the love I had,
You crumpled it behind your dark glasses,
Forgot the:
Unyielding,
Respect,
Joy,

Text Tuesdays – New Prose – “Light At The End”

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“Light At The End”
KS 3/27/12
I glanced at your eyes at the beginning,
Your face guided me,
I hoped for strength through this time,
My thoughts provided me,
There were times I felt we grew,
At others we regressed,
But all of those thoughts and feelings,
I held deep in my chest,
There was adversity, to compound atop,
My feet kept steady,
There were challenges and those who came along the way,
Though none as important,
Still in the stretch run, and there you are,
In you there’s something I found,
No
Not
You…
Because that YOU is ME…

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.

Text Tuesdays – New Prose – “Vivid”

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Inspired by the dream I rose from this morning. I actually thought/felt the events were taking place, and was surprised to wake up with it only being a dream, and it still being the month of March.

“Vivid”
KS 3/20/12
You rested chatting with me,
Your back to me as you comfortably spoke,
My clearly wanting you here,
You silently wanting the same,

I can’t believe, this must be a dream,

You moved to me, sharing a twin bed,
Your back to me, as my breath grazed your neck,
Wrapped in me, closer here,
More clear you wanted the same,

You with me, the ultimate dream,

Awkward we navigated our small space,
Your scent fresh in my mind,
You turned to the right, as I snuck to the left,
Missing our kiss, until we turned correctly,

Your lips,
Your tongue,
Your mouth,
Your kiss,

I drew you closer,
Arms wrapping your waist and form,
A vivid sensation of your soft flesh,
Your face…close to me,

What the…I woke, eyes blurred, but still in March slumber,
There is no way that could have been a dream.

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.

Blue Lines Blog (My Life In Print): – Free Write – Lost Something

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Some people get in that place in my life quicker than others, I’m still going to kick you in your head.

Today I thought I lost something,
I used all my resources, that I sometimes feel burdened with to find it, yet to no avail.
It was found, when it needed to be found.
And during that time, I had no control, because I could not find the answer I needed.

Today I thought I had a loss that changed my life,
Because the “norm” was off,
And that’s when you realize how important something is.

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.

Blue Lines Blog – Best Of 2011 – Words Poem Project – “Automatic Devotion Redemption Masterpiece”

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“…he smiled at how two reckless kids whose paths kept crashing into each other, and other things after that too, had put together something beautiful…”

I was able to write more material than I had in quite some years during 2011. Though the focus is Blue Lines, it was a welcome and needed break from the editing process. I period that mixed both muse inspired writing and free writing on subjects that ranged from the past, to myself.
“Automatic, Devotion, Redemption, Masterpiece,” is a work that over four parts utilized the short story, and different types of poetry, to tell the story of young couple in works that are based on words supplied by friends on facebook. I wrote each piece of the story serial style that describes the evolution of their relationship over time, and during different periods.
“Automatic” is the first piece that begins with a change in their relationship, written as a simple straight forward short story.
“Devotion” is my favorite piece. This piece of prose written to sound as if it begins directly after “Automatic,” utilizing elements that are meant sound similar to the opening story. It is two poems weaved around each other to tell the story through two different voices, to culminate to a story eventually answers questions left in “Automatic.”
“Redemption,” continues their story utilizing a fragmented short story initially told from their different vantage points. It occurs much closer in time to “Devotion,” than the first two pieces. It answers some questions that the poem “Devotion,” could not explain.
“Masterpiece,” is a story, that I feel the picture in my head was not fully realized in the end result. It maintains the essential elements that I wanted to convey. Again, a short story that tricks the reader in to believing they are witnessing an event, that is actually something much different. In “Masterpiece,” the names of the characters are revealed.

“Automatic”

Walking through the threshold, he vaguely remembered the house. Something had led him to board the flight and fly to his hometown, and aimlessly return to his childhood home. The woman allowed him into her home, though slightly wary of this stranger. Gone were the trees hiding the house from the street. The kitchen had been renovated, and the wall that separated it from the dining room that ran the expanse on the entry floor, was removed to allow for a modern update with stainless steel appliances and tile walls. Wood floors replaced the linoleum that greeted at the entrance, during his childhood.
“You used to live here son,” she asked trying to look into his weary eyes. A slight pain was evident in his eyes, yet she noticed a calm that settled him.
“Yes,” he answered. “The kitchen was half this size,” he admitted as he waved off her offer of a drink. He did not know what brought him back to this house that he had not visited in over the 20 years since they had moved away. Glancing toward the den, he recognized the floor to ceiling windows as they still looked out to familiar trees and Lake Lucerne. He grimaced remembering the adventure he and his friends would have running through the woods surrounding his home. He remembered the cold winter day that they took old wood planks that they had found and wrapping them with grocery bags thought they could create a floating raft. Within seconds the sinking at the crest of the lake proved them wrong.

Blue Lines Blog – Part 4 – Word Provided By Myla W. – “Masterpiece”

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Part 4 of 4 you can read Parts 1 here, 2 here, and 3 here.

Thanks again to Yo, Julia, and Myla for providing the words, I just hope that I did them justice.
“Masterpiece”
Lynn reset herself, she had been around this before, and knew to let the experts do their jobs. The planner had everything set. The flowers were fine, the timeline was moving along, she had no worries. She glanced over as the photographers snapped away with impunity, a laugh settled in her stomach, but she chose not to voice it.
“Tonight will be everything we planned for,” she smiled widely.
“Are you okay,” Rosa burst into the room, baby in arms, surprised at Lynn’s calm demeanor.
“I’m perfect,” she responded holding Rosa’s hand in hers. “So is Elena, I’m just going to need you to be calm,” she smiled taking the child from her arms. “Maybe you need a glass of wine.”
Lynn, smiled, while thinking back those few years, reminiscing on the happy moments, the breakups, the arguments, her slight proposal, and his real proposal some time after. She marveled at New York, and their favorite haunt The Smith, and now the realization of everything they had wanted materialized before them. She sat back amazed. She and Anthony had succeeded she smiled again knowing that today was evidence of that.

Blue Lines Blog – Part 1 – Word Provided By Yo Ro-De – “Automatic”

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Today, like other days, I made a normal request for a word to challenge me to write a new piece of something. I’ve taken a slight break, due to the growing workload, so upon a request, 3 friends provided 4 words for me to create new material from. Usually, I’d get 2 max and produce 2 days worth of work. With these words, I have tasked myself in creating a story using different mediums over a four day period to tell this tale.
My hope is to create something that you will like and enjoy.

The first word used provided by NY friend Yo Ro-De visit her blog here.

“Automatic”

Walking through the threshold, he vaguely remembered the house. Something had led him to board the flight and fly to his hometown, and aimlessly return to his childhood home. The woman allowed him into her home, though slightly wary of this stranger. Gone were the trees hiding the house from the street. The kitchen had been renovated, and the wall that separated it from the dining room that ran the expanse on the entry floor, was removed to allow for a modern update with stainless steel appliances and tile walls. Wood floors replaced the linoleum that greeted at the entrance, during his childhood.
“You used to live here son,” she asked trying to look into his weary eyes. A slight pain was evident in his eyes, yet she noticed a calm that settled him.
“Yes,” he answered. “The kitchen was half this size,” he admitted as he waved off her offer of a drink. He did not know what brought him back to this house that he had not visited in over the 20 years since they had moved away. Glancing toward the den, he recognized the floor to ceiling windows as they still looked out to familiar trees and Lake Lucerne. He grimaced remembering the adventure he and his friends would have running through the woods surrounding his home. He remembered the cold winter day that they took old wood planks that they had found and wrapping them with grocery bags thought they could create a floating raft. Within seconds the sinking at the crest of the lake proved them wrong.

Blue Lines Blog – Words That Were Shared With Me

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I wanted to write today, but did not have the opportunity. These words were shared with me, and are in line with the story I shared in yesterday’s What I Learned Sundays – Paths. Enjoy…I understand the thoughts, wants, and ideas shared here, and I want to share with you.

I looked into your eyes and couldn’t see past that moment. How was I to know that being so short sighted would have lead to losing you? I wandered through the everyday and somehow learned to put one foot in front of the other. I had found a place with solid ground. And then you were there! The ground shook and the air escaped me. I was transported to a time before. A time when YOU were my air and solid ground. Are you really here or is it just another mirage on the horizon? Now I look into your eyes and see forever. How many mountains will I have to climb to get to you? At each summit I face another peak. Standing on top of this mountain and seeing the range that lies in front of me I scream a promise to you…I will not stop!

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.