Wine Into Water: Poem
I hit 50,000 words on my novel, and I are in the five thousands on our horror project (and it’s only becoming more and more fun), and today marks 100 days to Halloween, so let’s celebrate with sharing time! I would share more of my novel, but my senior citizen MacBook is charging (he runs Catalina, okay? Don’t judge) and he likes privacy when he is grinding on his battery. Giles is an introvert, just like his owner and his namesake. Also, I am afraid if I don’t baby him he’ll die and I’ll be screwed. So let him rest.
Yes, I name my devices. Giles is the trusty and older laptop. My iPad/multi-ereader is Buffy, because she patrols out in the field with me 😃, and my iPhone is Chant, after the Chant family in the Chrestomanci series by Diana Wynne Jones, because it also plays music and audiobooks for me, and I enjoy the horrible play on words. I am an incorrigible dork.
But I digress, as I am wont to do. Sharing. My writing. To celebrate. There, back on track. Another poem for now, perhaps another slice of the novel tomorrow.
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWine Into WaterText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedSome days don’t’cha feel like you have the power to turn wine into waterText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedTo bring the wedding party to a screeching haltText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedSure you did something helpfulText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedJust look at all that crystal clear drinking waterText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedNeeded for body mind and soulText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedAnd Magic’s in the airText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedHoly SpiritText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedYou have real talentText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThen you look at the ruddy faces of the half-drunken celebrants who are verily not amused at your red-cheeked awkwardnessText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedAt your socially-misfit MagicText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedAt what they don’t understandText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWhich is youText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedYour SpiritText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedSpirit itselfText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedMystery is just thatText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedmurkyText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishednuminousText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedliminalText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedintoxicated communionText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThe wine-dark seaText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWine-faced, wine-eyed, lowing oxen on the ship during this odyssey you aren’t sure why you’re on and know you didn’t want to takeText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThey don’t want your communion that you offer and you aren’t certain how to offer it to yourselfText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedYour selfText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedBut Sophia is always there, at the helm, carved into the figurehead, in your headText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedBut sometimes she wants you to solve your own problems for yourselfText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedAnd yes you have to show your work for the TeacherText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedPalm Sunday, 4.5.20
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