Storytelling
Each of us has stories to tell if only we had the
courage to try
But what if they laugh at me?
or worse say they don’t like what I wrote
I don’t think I could survive that,
laying bare my story, exposing my
most raw hour
We must uplift our future storytellers at every turn
Stories are where we can safely moor, set our
anchor, rest and write
(“Tapestry”, 2025, original encaustic)
Have you ever been taken in by the story
Delivered some place foreign and strange
Yet familiar and true?
Of course you have, as all humans do.
Vocalized, visualized, subliminally dreamed
That is our lot.
From bedtime stories to books and movies
Our lives leap gladly into the novel.
And oh what awaits us there!
Portals and corridors
Into what transcends the individual
And so transcends even our humanity.
I dreamt once of being a bridge
Literally not figuratively
And I’m sure I’ve also dreamt of being
More animate nonhuman things
The dream after all
In all its animate and inanimate forms
Is simply a creation of our mind
Our mind made illusively flesh and fiber
Fueled with all the tinder of waking experience
But brought to a frothing boil
By something more
Something that only comes alive
Taking form and shape
In the telling.
(11/15/25)
Upon walking I saw
The cutest lil thing
A dressed-up leprechaun
Carrying a shillelagh stick
With a long pipe in his mouth
And circles coming from his ears
It looked like rings of fire
Oh dear, oh dear, it was
Coming from his extra-long beard
As he strutted along, not a care
In the world, he starts to spin as
He twirls and twirls, unleashing
A strange glare
A cowboy stormed into town
He seems to be hell bound
To challenge and fight
Cuz he was uptight
But he came to an end
When he challenged an old friend
Who was quicker and real fast
Who clocked him in his ass
He’s not here anymore
So, they closed the door
A canary pulled
The trick of his life
When a cat
Moved in for the kill
The canary hung on
An unlocked cage door
So, when the cat leaped
The canary slings open
the door and the cat
Leaps inside, the cage
Door slams shut
With the cat locked inside
He presses his
Pitiful looking face up
Against the cage, as if he was
Begging to be released
But the canary looks at
The cat, and then burst out
Laughing, he laughs so hard
That he keels over and falls to the floor
hokey...ker-shmokey
friggin...fraqa-moneous
buzz-allacka...equazippodcom
colare-buzzeeferem...hoxenton
grafelmonious, tiffrundle raditseptagafunkle.....nostaflowan aquapono....
chatious sorentium....wedallumphry....hahaha....perafro-maquilitizzity....
stan
: )
A noun
Such as nothing
Seems as permanent..
A verb seems moving
And temporary and
A denizen of spacetime..
The story continues:
A noun is verbing
Seemingly storying
Hinting at wholeness..
Which completes yet
Another story telling
What cannot be told...
A cowboy rode in with guns drawn
After tracking Ringo since dawn
Who had given him the slip
After busting him in the lip
In a town call Shoot-me Pawn
Ringo tracks were quite near
And it led the cowboy here
Who searched the whole town
After drinking and messing around
Causing Ringo to catch him off guard
Giving the cowboy a nice hair part
Who shoots putting Ringo down
They giggle at my witch outfit, not realizing it is the real me.
I love the excitement of Halloween, it is a creepy night to be.
They are sharing their stories, no one listening to another.
Behind them stand their puffed-up father or grandmother.
The moms are all on brooms tonight, flying around the moon.
To hear them tell it, they are sexual beings who make Dracula swoon.
In actuality, the adults are who I care not a whit about.
I am listening to the little ones, their laughter and a shout.
Their stories are fascinating, they all have something to announce.
One is hopping beside a tiny toad; I see her skip and pounce.
In a notebook my muse is capturing their thoughts and ideas too.
They have terrific stories, that I will soon write up for you.
The stories you tell...
we all find out
some good some bad
some fiction some fact
can harbor a frown
dragging you down
bring on a smile
The stories you tell...
embellish the words
throw in some curves
out of left field
some false and some real
pour out suspense
while riding the fence
a little do it yourself
The stories you tell...
lift to the heights
with truth and lies
stooping quite low
as if we don't know
some old some new
all done on cue
the raising of doubts
In the stories you tell...
Along rails of ambivalent dreams,
Bittersweet yet luscious flashbacks
Take me back to my friend, the tactile moon – a
Quiescent basin of grace and alchemy: we would utter
And laugh about legends quite arcane from books
Chipped from eve’s daily flamboyant story – telling rites…
As willows stoop like night’s immolation for more
Replays of drama, our guiding star acts as an intercessor
For excuses to prolong near dusk's trail in our former home--
This quintessence of a young spirit’s hunger to journey
Far across moon-friend’s range in an endless, mythical glide!
11.15.16
Ten word challenge -2 for John Hamilton
Story Telling
prehistoric art
red minerals cave paintings
communication
3/3/2016
My story begins as all others,
jealousy, love, failure, success,
enlightenment, struggle,
happiness and despair.
As the leaf turns revealing-
the end, my tale.
Has more to be told.
Oh wait I forgot the bard...
She get up and walks on the side of the train tracks.
She cant go back.
Her husband will hit her like that.
She is walking to the next city.
Mets a stranger and he says your really pretty.
She ask if he can give her a ride to a gas station, If he is not busy.
Gives her something to drink and makes her dizzy.
She wakes up on the side of the road.
With his dirty kisses.
She feels like she cant tell people about this.
She see a star fly by and makes a wish.
''This day i want to diss miss.
I miss my mom and dad's kiss.
I wish i was back in their arms.
So i could be out of the world's harm.
I fall for the Devil's charm.
Lord i want to run in your arms.
My life is in danger, so please ring the alarm''.-Mario Perez
Story telling
It was troubling,
That is memorizing.
Think, thought
Write, blot.
Something, nothing
Come on anything.
Sentence structure
Get's me flustered.
Character-Plot
Think and Thought.
Smile, stand straight,
Don't twitter or flutter.
Speak, talk,
Knees unlock.
Succeed, destroy, forgive,
If it's not over soon, I won't live.
Look around
Don't space out
My face is red,
So I stare instead
Don't shake or quiver,
Just speak and deliver
Done-Great,
My feelings relate.
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