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delicious urges boiled and simmered
as she watched the gorgeous man-boy swim
diving into the mist and spray of the sea once again
watching his bare skin glisten as he emerged into the sun
lying there on the beach she allowed herself to daydream
of feeling him against her, of tasting the salt on his skin
drunk on the thought, she languished, half asleep
not noticing his approach until she heard a voice above her
“Sorry to intrude but I was watching you watching me…”
and that is how they met
~Melanie Thomason 2/21/19
So my friend Gigi has been writing a series of short stories How They Met, spinning fabulous tales of could be couples’ first encounters. If you haven’t read any of them, you really should. Anyway she inspired me…and the above poem is a tip of my hat, if you will, to her.
the world is a crazy,
people shuffle through
at a mind numbing pace
ignoring the atrocities
right in front of their face
sometimes it gets hard
to find the humanity
in the human race
but look past the insanity
and you can find
the beautiful anomalies
who Stand Up
with passion and grace
and speak out actively
to better our space
Happy Birthday to a beautiful anomaly ❤
…..while I am shining a spotlight on the fabulous Gigi…I can’t forget to mention that she is a fabulous author!
Conversations with Death, both books 1 and 2, are fun, fast paced and engrossing. Do yourself a favor and check them out 🙂
Conversations with Death: A Love Story, now available on Amazon Kindle.
“Death stopped by far too often, as far as I was concerned. I needed a way to deal with my rage. I was furious. So, I decided to hunt down and, if possible, kill Death.
When I wrote the very first Conversation, I was ready for a fight. I never expected to write a second Conversation, let alone an entire book full of them. But something happened when I met and started talking to Death…things got funny, gifts were exchanged, cats, birds and fish became involved, and while all that was taking place, I learned what Life and Death were really all about.
We all have our own truth and this is mine. Conversations with Death is a funny, loving and romantic give and take between a Party Girl and Death itself.”
Conversations with Death: The Love Story Continues, also available on Amazon Kindle.
“The relationship between Party Girl and Death continues. Her questions are never ending and breakthroughs simply lead to more questions. Living together means that Party Girl gets to meet some of Death’s coworkers, specifically the Death Angels, who keep things interesting. Death Cat and Pretty Boy move their relationship forward. And a spur of the moment decision on the part of Party Girl and Death, adds a new twist to their lives as they travel down the road between life and death.”
So, go forth and support this wonderful writer!
Buy the books.
Read the books.
REVIEW the books!!!
One of the things I admire and love about Gigi is the unapologetic, passionate way she takes a stand and speaks up.
Gigi Speaking UP!
what some people never think about is that females live in a war zone for their entire lives and the war NEVER ends. There is no place for females to “return to,” no going “home.” Home is sometimes the worst hell of all. It doesn’t matter who you are, where you live or what you have, it only matters that you are female.
I was talking to a vet at the WALL in DC. I said that if they made a WALL for women who had been killed by men, or women and children who had been tortured, raped and abused by men, or women and children who had been beaten by men, the wall would never end and you would need artists working 24/7/365 in order to keep adding new names, because the names to be added would never end.
Culture is set up to keep women poor, in charge of and responsible for children, parents, and others. Women across the world are taught to be polite, to make others feel better and to not fight back, sometimes under threat of legal action. Women have had their feet bound, their bodies mutilated, their spirits broken. We dress in tight clothing and high heels so we can’t run, which makes us easier prey. We are hobbled in the work place and are not allowed or able to make as much money as we are worth and that leads to dependency, especially when children are involved.
Females, no matter what their age, are blamed for the violence that is done to them, even if they are children because the laws were written to protect men. Women often feel safer when they are with a man because HE is a warning to other MEN to stay away.
Men can never understand what it’s like to live your life wondering if you should go out, if you should get into the elevator with the man who is already in there, to go to a movie alone…to do anything alone. Most women don’t even realize that they automatically think of the things around them, as they go through their day, because it’s something they do naturally.
Babies, toddlers, girls and women are raped on a daily basis by their fathers, step-fathers, their mother’s boyfriends, their brothers and his friends, the neighbors, their teachers, religious leaders, strangers and relatives. THERE IS NO SAFE PLACE FOR FEMALES!
I was called for jury duty. A woman had been raped in the bathroom of a building in downtown Chicago. The female judge asked the prospective jurors if they, or anyone they knew, had been raped. Every single person raised their hand. She went through the crowd and asked who had been raped. After she was finished, she started talking again and, even now my heart is pounding and I’m furious because she NEVER ASKED IF ANY OF THE PEOPLE IN THE CROWD HAD RAPED ANYONE. Women are raped in stairwells and bathrooms. Those are two places you never want to get caught alone…ever. Women are raped and killed everywhere. There are so many things I could say, so many horror stories to tell.
Females live in a war zone and never forget that. Never. And the enemy is everywhere. And if any men are reading this and saying to themselves, “I would never do that,” well just remember this: we can’t tell the difference between the good guys and the bad guys and the good guys don’t seem to be doing anything about the bad guys, so everyone is suspect. The bad guy could turn out to be someone a woman has known for a long time and just decided to attack her. Because that’s really what it’s all about…a decision. A man has to decide to be evil…to destroy a child’s innocence, a life. And that’s what rape and abuse is…the TAKING OF A LIFE. So next time you see the Viet Nam wall think of the women and children who live in the war zone that you guys call everyday life.
In case you missed the memo…Today is Gigi’s birthday which I have also declared Gigi Appreciation Day! To continue the celebration of all things Gigi here are a few more selections 😀
One of her whimsical Chicklet paintings
Rubber Stamp Art
A Short Story: Alan Ladewig
Alan was a good man and a true poet. He didn’t just write poetry, he lived it. He was living his poetry when he was arrested, as he sat in Pen & Ink, his favorite cafe, sipping coffee and writing on a napkin. Alan went to Pen & Ink several times a day, so he was well known by the staff and by more than a few customers. Those who knew him were used to words falling from his table, pockets and nibs. They were even accustomed to watching Alan stand up and recite partial or even full, rather long and tiresome poems. But when he stood on his chair and loudly shouted verse after verse about trees, true love, blue skies and fast moving clouds, the proprietor had simply reached his limit.
Alan and his words were hustled off to a dreary, but empty, cell to wait until his words got control of themselves. Once they did, he was released with a warning to keep his worlds to himself, unless performing in front of a willing and, hopefully, paying audience. Alan nodded, gathered his pens, pencils and bits of paper and left the police station. A few word dribbled from his sleeve but the officers either ignored them or never noticed.
Alan had a somewhat lonely life. Several years earlier he had fallen in love, but the woman left him when he couldn’t stop writing poems about her, even when they were together. He knew that it was wrong to write poetry about her beauty, while they were out having dinner, but he couldn’t help himself, the words kept pushing at him until he released them onto paper. To be honest, there were always new words, more words, different words, all trying to escape from his mind and fingertips. When she left, Alan’s poems turned dark. He wrote of pain and loss, of broken heats and sadness. But once he had released the words, he felt better and his life returned to normal.
At one point, Alan understood that he was not experiencing life in the same way others were. All of his senses were focused on words. He rarely looked up from his notes and scribbles. He didn’t care, of course, it was just something he noticed. He wrote his life and lived it on paper, others seemed to move through life and touch it in a different way. Alan wrote about that. He was an observant man, and he wrote about his observations. In his later years, Alan wrote about endings. His poems were about the sea and the ebbing of life.
A tenant called the landlord early one morning. She said it was the third day in a row that she had walked by Alan’s door and had not seen words in the hallway. Mr. Timbers slid his key into Alan’s lock and entered Alan’s rooms. The neighbor gasped at what she saw. Alan was on the floor, covered with words. He was smiling and held a light blue piece of paper in his hand. His pen lay next to him, small words still leaking from its tip. The landlord took the paper from Alan’s hand and read it aloud.
“A poet writes his own life. I have lived well.”
Three years later, Alan’s poems were published in a thirteen volume matching set. His work won a number of prizes and during the winter holidays his books were reprinted on fine paper with deckled edges tipped in gold. Dead Alan was a very rich poet.
As for the Pen & Ink, well, their new sign read: Pen & Ink…Cafe of the Famous Poet Alan Ledewig. They named a sandwich after Alan, calling it, The Poet’s Delight. When ordered, the sandwich came with a napkin filled with some of Alan’s shorter poems. It was the cafe’s most popular dish. Pen & Ink became a hang out for poets. A rope was put around Alan’s table, in order to stop poets from fighting over who was going to sit in the famous man’s spot. As time passed, the proprietor watched poets come and go, but he knew none of them were in Alan’s league. He knew, because he never saw words fall from their tables, pockets, or nibs. They might be poets, he thought, but they didn’t live their poetry, not the way Alan did.
Today is Gigi’s Birthday, yay!
Happiest of happies to you, Gigi! ❤
For those of you who are familiar with Gigi of Rethinking Life it will come as no surprise that she is an amazing, talented woman. If you do not know her you should go to her blog…REALLY, I mean it! Here is a link Rethinking Life
Gigi is one of those rare creatures who exude talent through their pores and can do anything…painting, poetry, collages, essays, short stories, photography and on and on!!
In honor of her birthday I would like to share with you some of the GIFTS she shares with all of us.
One of her Watercolor Faces
An Artist Trading Card
A photo from her beloved Chicago Botanic Garden
An Upcycled/Steampunk Baby Shoe
Hi All! I happily shared the news of Gigi’s book debut last month and now thought i would share the brief review I just posted on Amazon. 🙂
5 out of 5 stars Funny, Engrossing, Evocative?? Without a Doubt!!
You will be caught off guard and then completely absorbed!
Conversations With Death: A Love Story explores some very heavy subject matter with such humor that I found myself smiling and literally laughing out loud. (Not to mention craving some pie.)
The entire novel is divided into brief conversations which makes this a fun and fast read… yet it stays with you. There is such a raw, unvarnished honesty within its pages; the sadness and anger ring true making it all the more relatable. I can say, without a doubt, you have never read a book about Death like this one. I highly recommend it; smart, funny, thought-provoking, philosophical and comforting.
I loved every quirky, beautiful, poignant moment of it. I’m waiting impatiently for Book 2!
Go buy this book!
Conversations with Death: A Love Story, now available on Amazon Kindle.