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1
in a coffee shop
with my test kit,
too anxious to wait
I pierce a fingertip–-
the bright bead
2
tossing a used syringe,
follow the dots
needle trails
on the stomach
from my novice tremors
3
still new at it, yet
I don't bother with
modesty
while seeking a new site
for my insulin fix
4
doctor's orders,
I poke myself so often
it's like
being naked in a
school cafeteria
in a coffee shop
with my test kit,
too anxious to wait
I pierce a fingertip–-
the bright bead
2
tossing a used syringe,
follow the dots
needle trails
on the stomach
from my novice tremors
3
still new at it, yet
I don't bother with
modesty
while seeking a new site
for my insulin fix
4
doctor's orders,
I poke myself so often
it's like
being naked in a
school cafeteria
Literature
John at 3:16
Dear Jesus Christ,
I went to bed at 3:16 last night and started thinking about JohnJohn who pissed away every paycheck he ever made and only fucked virgins, John who beat up a woman's husband and spent a Christmas in jail, John who shot himself on the front porch of his mother's house. I don't think anyone shed a tear except her. I heard she shed many tears as she cleaned up the mess.
I thought about when I first met him. It was at church. He and I were both eight. He sat next to me and we stared at that stained glass image of you in your white robe with your outstretched, loving arms, and he leaned into me and asked, "Do you bel
Literature
starspun
we inhale the romanticism
of hooded cemetery kids
smoking cigarettes pretending
they are not dead.
you were always so sure
about my uncertainty,
you watched
all my pick up lines
drop things
into open graves
meant for us.
your eyes always wandered
down thoughtful
leaf-strewn paths.
i wanted to ask you
if i could follow
but i came alone this time
i remember our innocence
in the static b e t w e e n
stars, think
about how youth without you is th-
awing out the lines in my whittled-out eyes
i look to the hooded
cemetery kids,
wonder what we'd have been like
if we grew up as nothings,
like them. teenage
nothings with chiseled
marble in our
vo
Literature
confessional
they say sad girls change their hair color
and forgive their monsters.
i change my morals
and become one.
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Sooner or later, I was bound to write more about how my experience with the insidious disease of diabetes has been going. I've never wanted it to define me, but once in a while the journey of it leaches out as verse. Here are a few tanka (as a rensaku) that I wrote last night that express the latest phase of what this is like, while now on a regimen of several kinds of insulin (since just last month - yes, I'm reeeally new at this stuff) that I inject myself with numerous times a day, along with taking blood samples to keep pace with my glucose. Doing all of this requires a lot of stuff that I have to keep near, and try to use consistently.
1: The first day I got my new blood testing kit (with meter/monitor, test strips, and lancets) from the hospital, I was at a little eatery where, while waiting for my order, I did my glucose testing for the first time right there in that busy little place.
2: Injecting insulin means doing so (usually) in your stomach, rotating the spot each time. It's been a challenge for me to fill the syringe and inject the fluid. I get a tremor in my left hand (I'm a lefty) that causes me to blow many attempts (which often causes bruising), therefore, having to use a fresh syringe. Isn't this fun?
3: It's crazy how, even though it's not even been a month since I started shooting insulin, I have to do it so often that I just get on with it when I have to, to get the tests & injections over with. So no trying to find total privacy for me; I just don't have the time!
4: This one expresses how, having to do all of this so often each day, can make you feel exposed and vulnerable. When I was a student, I used to have a reoccurring dream about such feelings through very vivid images of me being stark naked while in a school cafeteria FULL of students coming in to have lunch. I mean - it was brutally real!
I've added a lovely preview piece featuring a photograph taken by Kelsi Nullibicity
who was so kind and gave me permission to use the image, which was then treated to look like a delicate watercolor, and finished with a font of an Asian feel, with a rich shade of color, and defined with thin, interior bordering to finish the effect by collaborating with the talented John RetroZombie who has always been able to translate my ideas & visions to perfection, and who's efforts made the finished image possible.
John, and Kelsi, my admiration and thanks to you both for your generosity!
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1: The first day I got my new blood testing kit (with meter/monitor, test strips, and lancets) from the hospital, I was at a little eatery where, while waiting for my order, I did my glucose testing for the first time right there in that busy little place.
2: Injecting insulin means doing so (usually) in your stomach, rotating the spot each time. It's been a challenge for me to fill the syringe and inject the fluid. I get a tremor in my left hand (I'm a lefty) that causes me to blow many attempts (which often causes bruising), therefore, having to use a fresh syringe. Isn't this fun?
3: It's crazy how, even though it's not even been a month since I started shooting insulin, I have to do it so often that I just get on with it when I have to, to get the tests & injections over with. So no trying to find total privacy for me; I just don't have the time!
4: This one expresses how, having to do all of this so often each day, can make you feel exposed and vulnerable. When I was a student, I used to have a reoccurring dream about such feelings through very vivid images of me being stark naked while in a school cafeteria FULL of students coming in to have lunch. I mean - it was brutally real!
I've added a lovely preview piece featuring a photograph taken by Kelsi Nullibicity
who was so kind and gave me permission to use the image, which was then treated to look like a delicate watercolor, and finished with a font of an Asian feel, with a rich shade of color, and defined with thin, interior bordering to finish the effect by collaborating with the talented John RetroZombie who has always been able to translate my ideas & visions to perfection, and who's efforts made the finished image possible.
John, and Kelsi, my admiration and thanks to you both for your generosity!
07/20/14: Featured here!
I'll probably never show him this
Is that fair to him? Part of me says he deserves to know. I can't bring myself to show him though.
This was originally inspired by jade-pandora's brilliant poem:
07/20/14: Featured here!
A Year in HaikuOn July 18th, 2013, Multhaiku was created, and the group quickly became a haven for all kinds of Eastern and minimalist poetry. In a year's time we have:
created a successful and thriving twitter account, GenreHaiku, co-managed by myself and hopeburnsblue (she is always looking for pieces to feature, go contact her, go! ).
created a haiku sonnet hybrid and held a contest around the form.
participated in our very first HaikuWriMo with a Bingo in February of 2014.
What the group specializes in is minimalist poetry of fictional genres, such as scifaiku and horrorku, just for example. We take pride in this and wanted to showc
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October is for HorrorKu!
For some great information, please visit vespera's journal. While this journal is for SciFaiku, the same rules can be applied for HorrorKu (as is specified in the journal).
Any HorrorKu accepted to the group through the end of the month will be featured at the beginning of November. In addition, there will be a staff feature of a piece submitted that follows the prompt below.
Here is your sinister, Halloween-ins
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My dad and my grandmother both have type 2 diabetes and I'm terrified of ending up with it someday, too... The fears you express are just what I imagine it'd be like. I understand feeling exposed and vulnerable. But despite that, you are not diabetes. You are Jade, and you are beautiful.