with you…
i will fly
image: Brooke Shaden
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Lispy bails out…
Posted in Poetry at large with tags Brooke Shaden, flying, inspiration, life, love, Photography, poems, poetry, wit, words on November 25, 2015 by Mj Rains
Here in the open cockpit
faceful of breeze
I sniff the winds of change.
Wooden wing struts and guy wires
lend a tentative support. You
look so brave out there, wind
whipped white frock and Florence
Nightingale cape.
Below, the dizzy patchwork map. I
can still hear your courageous last words,
a soft mixture of lisp and postnasal drip
as you step into the nearest available space,
a cloudbank of high hopes
one hand clutching your little nursebag
and the other the ripcord.
~ David Barker
image: Brooke Shaden
To be unafraid again…
Posted in The Deep with tags fashionography, inspiration, Photography, poetry, quotes, the deep, unafraid, words, zeno holloway on October 2, 2015 by Mj Rains
I want to dig out what is ancient in me, the mistaken-for-monster, its ophidian prowl, its raven-cursed rudiment – Let it teach me how to be unafraid again.
~ Scherezade Siobhan
Image: fashionography by Zeno Holloway
The malapropisms of Yogi Berra…
Posted in "Wit"icisms" with tags alphabet juice, baseball, funny, humor, humorous, laugh, malapropisms, quote, witicisms, words, yogi berra on September 6, 2015 by Mj RainsBaseball fan I don’t claim to be…I won’t even try, though I’ve enjoyed a game or two in my time…
In need of a laugh (and while perusing Alphabet Juice by Roy Blount Jr.) I open to the word “malapropism” which isn’t really defined but can be rendered as a “wit-icism” quite naturally…or not… It is essentially an incorrect word used in place of a word, resulting in an utterance that makes no sense (yet does) in a humorous way. Thanks Wikipedia…
Yogi Berra, of baseball fame, is listed in Blount’s book as a classic candidate for having perfected the art of creating malapropisms…
“If you come to a fork in the road, take it.”
It takes a while…
Posted in Poetry at large with tags hurting, life, love, pain, poems, poetry, vi gale, words on June 21, 2015 by Mj Rains 
Hurting
A whole week. Barely.
My feet take me around
but I forget why.
Mouth’s been to the dentist.
Hands don’t read my head.
Ears ring the telephone.
Moon’s knocked to one side
and I choke in fluids.
Eventually, they tell me,
The yelling quiets down
inside, but it takes
a while. It takes a while.
Words – Vi Gale
Image – thenletitbe.tumblr.com
