American Dream

A white picket fence
& grass that was green
A wife to clean a mess
was every mans dream

A two story house
and a car that runs
and lots of land
to make use of their guns

American dream
what does that mean
to each his own
lest no one can groan

Two kids at home
one boy and one girl
a cat and a dog
that chases the squirrels

A pasture with cows
for fresh warm milk
and hens that lay eggs
& crickets that chirp

A wood floor that creaks
a tin roof up above
A household not perfect
but a home filled with love

American dream
what does that mean

8/15-8/19 Object Writings

Cold, hard, sturdy. Perfectly balanced as if by magic. Symmetrical like simple bust or asymmetrical like a horse on reared up on it’s two  hind legs, or two football players in motion, one kicking, the other going in for the tackle. Many colors, but typically metal. I prefer the brushed nickel color. Casting shadows for pigeons in the sun, while standing unflinching in the pouring summer rain. Surviving floods & hurricane force winds. Preserving history in 3-D form.

A tiny fish with a fat belly that seems to always be pregnant and spitting out infinite babies! An anxious little fish always swimming about. Light in color, somewhat see-through with a silver shimmer to it. Male guppies are the show stoppers. With their colorful fanned out tails & prominent dorsal fins. No wonder they keep all the ladies knocked up. Only joking. Unlike most sea creatures, they don’t have a very distinct smell, probably because they are so small, their odor is simply not as noticeable. However, forget to clean their bowl for a while & that smell becomes foul! Some people put plants in their bowl of water as their excrements will act as a fertilizer. Colorful clear marble rocks found at the bottom of the bowl, pearlized on the outside, like the fish’s glimmering scales. Odd to touch all slimy but also rough like a cats tongue. Better not to touch them with your hands! Using a small green net to catch them and place them in another bowl while you clean their current one. A couple of drops to sterilize the water for them. Only sprinkling a few tiny brown pebbles atop the water at a time for them to eat. I have a friends with a miniature black yorkie that happens to be named guppy. As the couple both wears predominantly black clothing she often gets lost in their laundry piles. Too cute. Soft and cuddly, always licking your face with love, lots of tail wagging. Soft little weak barks she cries out for attention, while the guppy fish remains a silent pet, making no noise for it’s owner

Old fashioned pulley, made of wood. Strung with thick ropes controlling the curtain from backstage. The carpeted theater with red velvet chairs covered in dust. Smells like an most things old, a library perhaps. As I stand center stage I can imagine the smell of fresh popcorn popping in a kettle on a wagon with clear windows, smothered in butter and sprinkled with salt. Behind the stage the pulley does all the work. Controlled by a master stage hand. Hanging set backdrops. Raising lowering, opening and closing. The thick braided ropes wrapped around it.

Eraser, a way to take back your mistakes and start over, sometimes I wish there were erasers for life. Typically pink & oblong with pointed edges. Smells lightly of rubber when scrubbed hard enough against a surface. Never as good as new, however, always leaving residue.

10min-Wrist Watch
Wrist watch, round and analog. With roman numerals for numbers, made of cold metal, rose gold, silver, yellow gold, etc. The seconds quietly ticking by with the faintest sound. Steadily, more steady than a heartbeat even. Slowing down your breathing to hear the soft noise. Designer watches with clear wristbands & rhinestones in place of numbers, crystals strewn around the circumference. Attracting & reflecting light from the bedazzled surface. Digital wrist watches for athletes with buttons to set timers or stopwatches that beep. Back lit in cyan when another button is pressed so the time can be revealed in the dark. Black rubber band to attach the watch to the wrist. Divers’ watches with 3 extra little circles. Waterproof to a certain depth, the outer edge clicks when turned like a children’s wind up doll. Time should be managed and schedules are good, however, sometimes you just need to forget about responsibilities for a while, take a break & relax & a watch can help you do that as well, setting aside a certain amount of time to do this. Time is something everyone wishes they had more of! & it is easily wasted


Section with assonance rhyme & contrast:

Burning dried up Christmas trees
An annual bonfire by the sea
It happens every New Years Eve
There’s lots of delicious food to eat

We kiss our partner at midnight
As we cuddle up by the toasty fire
As we hang out we laugh some cry
Underneath the starry sky

New Years Eve
Turns New Years Day
A time for new
Old goes away


Hard, smooth briefcase with a small hinged handle. A light yellow-brown color. Smells of fresh leather. With a three digit code to pop the locks on either side. When open, crushed velvet inside. Soft to the touch. With netted straps to hold papers in place. Moving forward in time to a soft briefcase. Still leather, only this one is darker. With a strap to hang over the shoulder. Many pockets, it will stretch out. Filled with his first laptop and charging cable. A flap on one side to cover the pouches. Strolling through the airport, like a true business man. Guiding his family just as fast as he can, with children in tow. Hoping they don’t miss their flight to Disney World.

An odd orangish color, small and cylindrical. With a white safety cap, upon which directions stand in red to show adults the proper way to open it. Writing on the side of the description, doctor, and dosage. Medicine tastes icky when it is a chalky pill

Water freezes at 32 degrees Fahrenheit, 0 degrees Celsius, and 273.15 degrees Kelvin. Other objects can freeze at different temperatures. So why do we judge the temperature of “freezing” by the simple molecule made up of Hydrogen & Oxygen? To freeze isn’t just to be cold. It is to be stopped in time. When objects are frozen they are preserved for later. Take food for example, when frozen it remains as is until thawed to be consumed at a later date. Many ancient artifacts were discovered by being frozen in time. Freezing halts the aging process and preserves an items currents characteristics. This is why kids play “freeze” tag. Once tagged, the person must remain still where they are unflinching. A camera also freezes time as it captures an moment in one image. The memory preserved in a photograph for all eternity, or until the picture is deleted or destroyed. I lost my favorite childhood portrait in Katrina, but the picture is preserved in my mind until it rots out of my head. Frozen water doesn’t have a distinct smell, it turns a clear substance to a chalky white color. As if a clear glass window is glazed over by morning dew. Like smoke in the clear sky, barely showing what is behind, a hazy image. It tastes like nothing, as it melts to water in your mouth. Refreshing it is, however.

The knee is a mobile joint that takes a pounding as you run. The cartilage thinning over time & the bones grinding together. Athletes know this better than anyone. People like gymnasts who drill their legs into the ground landing each vault or flip. The knee is, however, useful. It allows you to bend your legs. Good for picking up objects, helps your lower back to be able to squat down and pick something up while keeping your back erect. The knee is one of the most complex body parts with all of it’s muscles, ligaments, tendons, & what have you. Easily injured, often bruised and scraped up by little kids (or adults as I can attest to). Little kids cry over their booboos, while the mother acts strong, even though inside she is dying a little bit her heart hurts for her offspring. knee skin is scarred

Shoes, protectors of the feet. The soles of the body. Leading the way. Keeping out gravel & shards of broken glass. Every color of the rainbow! Many smell like fresh leather!

A delicious meal at my memaw’s house. Soft and tender meat that falls apart easily. Drenched in dressing, all thick any juicy. Smells of holidays. Or cooked in soup with vegetables. Roasting marshmallows over the fire. The smell brings me back to childhood weekends at camp. Some like to catch their snow white marshmallows fully on fire and burn the outside to a black crunchy crisp. I just like to warm mine enough to melt in the mouth. Perfect for adhering chocolate to graham crackers. The smell of burning leaves. Roasting my frozen body, thawing it out on a cold New Years Eve, the annual Christmas tree burning on vacant lots after Katrina.

10min-Wedding Ring
A symbol of eternity, no beginning or end. A unifying bond between more than friends. Yellow gold, rose gold, white gold or platinum. Some guys like tungsten as it’s strong dark & manly. The ring is a status symbol, worn proudly. Signifying you are taken, and have no interest in pursuing another. When taken off, outside of shower or bedtime, is a possible warning sign of dishonesty. One hides it to get with another, dishonoring the current commitment. Some wear it around their neck on a chain, some wear it on their left finger. Different than a flashy engagement ring, although you typically wear both once married. A gift exchanged at wedding ceremonies, pronouncing one’s true love. Often carried by a small, young ring bearer. Following a tiny girl sprinkling rose petals before the procession of bridesmaids, groomsmen, & bride-wife to be. Hard & cold, til placed on the finger it warms up with body heat. A soft clinking noise it makes when it taps it’s partner due to clasped hands. Smooth and round, it should never touch the ground. Treated with care, like the relationship

Pretty Kitty

I bought a kitty cat
because pretty she sat

She’s a devine feline
& when I recline
to drink red wine
she is inclined
to resign and unwind

I bought a kitty cat
because pretty she sat
Gypsy is her name
and not one is the same

I did not have to spend
too much money to buy my new friend
I adopted her for her birthday in July
after seven months I guess that’s why

She’s blacker than midnight
an insomniac that never sleeps
a miniature panther
that only halfway sees

In the day
she likes to lay
& watch butterflies
fly by in the blue sky

I bought a kitty cat
because pretty she sat
Gypsy is her name
and not one is the same


8/5 Object Writing-Migraine

Aches searing from my skull, alternating between fiery flames & the throbbing like the beating on a kettle drum. It feels like my brain is going to explode even though I know this is not true, it is not my brain that is in pain, it is projected pain. All light is too bright, must sleep in the dark. Cold rag over my forehead, and below my neck a warm pillow. The world seems to be swirling, all of the colors run together, never dealt with motion sickness before, yet this throws my equilibrium off and I get there. Screw Advil, or Aleve, or Tylenol, or Motrin, Ibuprofen… These trivial remedies do nothing to relieve the pounding. Would a head massage help? No! Don’t touch me! Don’t speak, no noise is okay! Yet there is a ringing in my ears caused by the deafening silence. All smells make me sick, like a pregnant woman in her first trimester. The house won’t get cleaned today, no work will get done. Only my soft sheets will I touch and nothing but the taste of cotton mouth, feeling dehydrated, eating nothing.

Bumble Bee

In his black & yellow jail suit
Kindly pollinating the flowers
his swift approach unexpected
injecting his fiery venom
buzz buzz ouch

90sec-Bumble Bee

Buzz buzz goes the bumble bee in his black & yellow jail suit. Kindly pollinating the vast spectrum of flowers, while rudely injecting his fiery venom into the skin of humans. Deadly to some, but not to all. A swift approach, catches you off guard.

8/3 Object Writing

I couldn’t decide if I wanted to post this one or not, it’s not good writing or anything, just a trip down memory lane, sort of like my post on shoe polish yesterday. 10min-Wicker Chair

White wicker chair, tiny and small. Made for a child. With a matching couch covered in colorful pillows. A stuffed bunny on top, a friend for the young child to cuddle. So tightly woven and covered in paint. The arm rests and top twisted. the legs square. Smells of fresh wood shavings with a slight tinge of the paint. So light an adult could pick it up and toss it around, but to the child, strong and sturdy. A brown wicker chair that rocks to & fro. As the wind blows on the porch. A little old lady sits grumbling through pursed lips. It makes no sense to her what the world is coming to. Still she sits on her handmade wooden chair, while up in the air rockets & people in outer space. What will happen in the future she doesn’t want to find out. Already too much has changed in her lifetime. When she was a child there was no air conditioning & no colored TVs. No such thing as a cell phone or internet, much less, internet on a cell phone. And I’m brought back to the girl that was little ole’ me. Even me as a child mere decades ago also without some of these things. I was the last generation to call my friends without caller ID or ride my bike to their house to see if they were home. As a little girl in that wicker chair, how could I have known. Seems things change even faster now than they used to. What will the world be like when I am the old lady looking back on all the change in the world that has occurred during my lifetime.

8/2 Object Writing

10min-Robin (not very good)

The robin tweets in the soft morning sun. As the light grows outside & the world awakens. Three pale turquoise robin eggs. A tiny bird with a fat, round, protruding chest. The reddish-orange tuft of feathers on the belly a stark contrast to the baby blue egg it came from. The mama bird feeds her young with a worm from far away. She flies back to the nest to protect her young & them. Their ity-bity, squawking beaks turned to the sky in anticipation for what is to come. Will it be a crunchy insect, or some seed from the nearest bird feeder, or will they get lucky with a nice juicy worm? Batman & Robin, his second-hand man. I don’t know much about comics, except that DC & Marvel are not the same thing & Robin comes from DC. His uniform match the colors of the bird with his red top & tan cape. We sing of Batman & Robin in childhood versions of classic Christmas carols. But back to the birds as the mother gentle settles herself back over her squad for the coming night chill.

Shoe Polish

Unbalanced line length exercise

I’m a little girl again
shining my dad’s shoes
Scrubbing off the old scuff marks
moving back & forth
Dark & shiny bright and smooth
in a small round tin
Now days we throw old away
New is not always better
Don’t waste in haste

5min-Shoe Polish

Shoe polish like dark shiny healthy hair. Not like charcoal, more with brown undertones. In a small round tin. With a red rag for buffing. Silently scrubbing to get out the scuff marks. Not to gently, & definitely fast! The light chemical smell tickles my nose, but quickly reminds me of the new shoes’ fresh leather smell. Back & forth back & forth steadily. I’m a little girl again, my dad teaching me how to shine shoes. Now days we just throw old shoes away when they look worn & buy new ones. I’d say it was wasteful, but we always donate them. Sad though isn’t it? How we are so fast to give up on things & look for the next better object. Shows what society has taught us. New isn’t always better.

7/29 Object Writing


I didn’t post all of my writings from this week. One in particular hit a little too close to home. Today’s writing was not great, but I think it makes a valid point.

The microscope of the world is everyone’s watching eye. Social media is the culprit. With everyone prying into your life, & the more you put out there the more judged you are, the more people want to know. It’s not just some tan & black mechanical object you use in biology class to look at the golgi body inside the cell membrane. Not something nuclear physicists use to break down an atom. But the stench of hatred of others towards one another. Everyone is under scrutiny all the time. It has to stop! Where is the love? Why must people judge? Hearing rumors spread about you, people don’t even bother doing it behind your back anymore, they will do it straight to your face. Reading the gossip is almost worse than hearing it. When you hear it you remember it, but once it is posted it remains there for all to see for eternity. God watches from the clouds, to his enormous eyes we are tiny! We are once again, objects under a microscope. Only his eye is not judgmental, his eye is not harsh. He looks down with love for all. He knows every struggle so he shows mercy. The computer & other modern technology is the microscope watching humans. We are minuscule under its lens. We must find the strength to ignore the hate, we must learn to love within. Stop the hate, love humanity

7/26 Object Writing

I decided not to post my 5min OW on “Hotel” yesterday, because it was weak! But here is today’s mediocre 10min-Mud

Mud. Auf Deutsch heißt das Schlamm. Mississippi mud, the alliteration that spouts from the mouth of the river. Turning the Gulf water from crystal blue to dirty brown. After Katrina, everything covered in muck, the smell reeked for months! There is no way to describe that smell other than you had to experience it to know it, but if you ever did inhale those fumes, you will recall it at the drop of a hat. Mud puddles, dry dirt mixed with rain. Young children in red galoshes & yellow raincoats with hoods, under their see-through plastic umbrellas splashing about in the miniature shallow ponds without fish. Dirty mud pits for wrestling at camp, mixed with red clay. It gets in your eye & hurts so bad you think it might burn straight out of your head. The taste of the mud in your mouth, like the stench of the Katrina muck dug up from the depths of the Gulf of Mexico, unable to recognize without having tasted it yourself. Mud baths for elephants to keep themselves cool. They roll around and slinging it about with their trunks, fanning themselves by flapping their giant ears.