06.24.2010 by Shannon
June 24, 2010 – Stream-of-consciousness Freewrite
What you had, and what you lost. Thunder only happens when it’s raining; players only love you when you’re playing. Women, they will come and they will go. When the rain washes you clean you’ll know.
Thanks, Stevie. I. and I do a soft breakup (like a restaurant’s soft opening, or a soft sell, or a soft roll-in), and my heart is (more…)
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05.12.2010 by Shannon
“What?!” I said, total disbelief splattered across my face. “How in the hell are you going to explain this–?” I glided my hand across and over the sloppyness below.
God just looked at me, slightly embarrassed.
“Well…?” I provoked. “Just try and tell me how the fuck you came up this.” I was trying to be gentle. I really was. But God had gone and done it again.
“How am I going to handle this one? How the fuck did I end up being reborn?!”
“I didn’t know it was going to be so… permanent.” God said, wincing. “It was just going to be a little love experiment — break me up into pieces, all loving each, each-to-all, and then add some pretty colors & fragrances & animals & experiences & stuff, and…” Suddenly God broke off crying.
The Mouth of God flung open like a yawning cave, 10-thousand furlongs wide and full of empty eternity. Tears crashed oceans. All of existence tumbled out, Bahagavad Gita-like.
“I didn’t mean to hurt nobody! ” God sputtered through sobs. “I just wanted to- to- play!”
Now I felt like a douche.
I reached for The Shoulder of God and touched it, gently. God flinched, at first, but then relaxed into my hand. We both breathed wide-lungs. I let a beat go by.
I softened my voice to a whisper. “I know you had good intentions. And I’m sorry I yelled. It’s just… you might have thought you were playing, but now I — we — have to live this. There’s so much suffering you spilled all over the Goddam place — (sorry) — and you made quite a mess.” God looked up. I sighed. And smiled.
“Here, here, darling — let me help you clean it up.”
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05.25.2009 by Shannon
Dedicated to Robin (for the inspiring shock of wisdom) & Kate (for the courage of her own instant art):
I feel it all, the universe is changing, and this is a freewrite and already there is tension. There are nerves. I like that better: this is a freewrite and already there are nerves. Could I ever publish this? I’m scared to publish something so raw., unfiltered, naked….My words are woven like candy sacks, smooth and strawberry. She said that my moment I am so distracted by an audience, oh, how to perform. I will go away and cry now, always always crying. Oh, god, there goes the baby again – my mother would say, and chris would go looking for the baby. Under the couch is where she’d find me, my mom, because I was so small I’d get lost. Who needs all this we do. We do. We need all the details and the confusion, because otherwise we’d have nothing to write about. Three stormy women embark upon being writers, and they cross paths just in time. Just in time! I mean, who needs a yahoo when you have friends, motivation, ears and competition? The skull and cross bones are for another day. Tonight, I choose peace. Tonight, I choose the 8-ball of Knowing and all Majesty & Magic. Go along, you roudy boy — my mr. kerouac, longing and rushed from dusty New Mexico across this great grape continent, loving you, I am you, watching you, I am everything else. Who else? Who wants it all? Oh! Oo.! I do! I do! Fifteen tiny hands shoot up in the air — oo! –ooo! me! me! and the classroom falls silent. Everything is happening. Everything is here, isn’t it? Ah, you great glowing universe, you fluctuate in brightness depending only on my mood, but always, always glowing beneath my mud, aren’t you? Aren’t you? I love, I am love, I see love happen before me, and I am calm.
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