WishEffect
 

poesy April 27, 2009

Filed under: Uncategorized — Wish @ 3:41 pm

he knew her like long Fridays
wide freckled face & small square eyes
a sandy girl, dirty somehow

seaweed near rollover
beetles silver in the moon.
she lisps,”Do you love me?”

 
 

do not disturb April 19, 2009

Filed under: Uncategorized — Wish @ 1:41 pm

got no boundaries
and no limits
if there’s excitement
put it in me.

if it’s against the law,
arrest me,
if you can handle it
undress me.

alone in body,
hold to fire-
not hot enough
to give a care.

 
 

a little something… February 1, 2009

Filed under: Uncategorized — Wish @ 8:02 pm

i nestled to
his edges
his doubling breaths

we hunger
many things
springtime

kick it like an aussie
except harder
and more oomph

 
 

dove January 4, 2009

Filed under: Poetry — Wish @ 9:24 pm

it’s a shocking bird

singing rock opera

straight through a

stained glass window

on those cold sundays

you’ll never remember to

forget.  no lack of

crayons on the

fourth pews floorboards.

now, the ladies still

sing and their men hum

hymns like steam trains,

but harder; big hats shift

with praise.

 
 

Poetry… September 8, 2008

Filed under: News, Poetry, Projects, Rio Review, Uncategorized — Wish @ 4:59 pm

Good poetry, and writing in general, is subjective. However, there are many elements in poetry that can be highlighted and agreed upon. These traits (among others I may discover) will be the criteria needed to qualify a poem for selection in The Rio Review.

The Imagery. I want to experience Synesthesia with these words.

The Refined poem. Pure. Sifted. Organic. Free from impurities.

The Unique Voice And Personality OF the poem. I really want the poem to ooze personality.

The Musicality of the poem. Does it sing?

The Total Package Deal. (All around creative use of: Expression.Emotional connections. Variety of color in language & style.)

The Un-Ornamental Poem. A ‘Charlie Brown Christmas Tree‘ of flowery language, yet unwraps the greatest of surprises.

The Revealing Poem. Uncovers something new and surprising to the world.

Poetry For The Masses. The Rio Review is a compilation of literary works and creative works (prose, poetry, art, and screenplay) submitted, selected, and published by ACC students. Therefore, I wish for the poems in this collection to reflect a cornucopia of diverse views.

QUESTIONS TO REFLECT UPON, POST-POETRY READING

  • Do I want to read it again?
  • Is This Poem Concise or Unruly?
  • Too Abstract?
  • Does This Poem Stalk Me? Did I Remember It At Later Times?
  • Does This Poem Feel Cultivated/Nurtured? – “dank”
  • Is it a ’shitty first draft?”

Things that come to mind when reading my favorite poems:

  • atmospheric
  • ethereal
  • haunting
  • undoubtedly true – “amen”
  • dirty
  • real-talk
 
 

Eternal Summer September 6, 2008

Filed under: News — Wish @ 6:44 pm

So, it seems the well of Wish Effect has been dry for some time now…

I am always surprised at how fast the fall season seems to catch up to my internal eternal summer clock. But this time, I don’t feel obligated to do anything not on my agenda. And actually…I don’t have much an agenda. I’m pretty much just riding the wave… so …hang ten ya’ll!!!

I’ll be working my creative writing muscle here..so you can expect some writing and some wishing here on WishEffect.

http://politicogoescommando.blogspot.com

This is my new political blog for US Government! Please check back for more updates, as Tom and I bake this cake, that is Politico Goes Commando!
We, the People of the United States, wear the pants in the relationship between ourselves and our government! We’ll also be talking about the many-a-pant-suits that are (thankfully) worn by Hillary Clinton.

 
 

Princess Peaches August 7, 2008

Filed under: News, Pictures — Wish @ 3:33 pm

 
 

A few haiku… May 16, 2008

Filed under: Haiku — Wish @ 2:42 pm

resurrected doubt
diminishes dumbly bitches
decomposes, snow

to pine sans the fir
appeased only by sweets
note: requires you

pastel saag pasta
brain is made of lemon zest
popsicle-mamba

love is like used lamps
lick my light socket- bulb
is on again off again

 
 

[Four. Oh, Nine...] reVISION* April 25, 2008

Filed under: Poetry reVISIONS — Wish @ 8:32 pm

Walking backwards down I-10 to the [409]
Someone said it smells like money…
I say it reeks of corrosive atoms
clinging to my cashmere.

Divide the drugs equally,
subtract the middle class,
multiply high school sweethearts,
add crashing cars, killing kids-
this graffiti-ridden coffin is essential.

Notice not the catalytic cloud
in the atmosphere;
but behold
bullets raining into a sea
of asthmatic mannequins
drowning effortlessly
in their own handcrafted
wasteland observatory.

 
 

[Pretending to be Transparent] April 21, 2008

Filed under: Poems — Wish @ 8:00 am

The dream was in my pocket
scribbled with red ink
never to be erased.

Now your blue eyes are like kaleidoscopes-
and even in the shadows of this giant oak tree
serendipitous light clings to you like static,
except closer and excessively copasetic.

I am holding my breath.
You are reaching in my pocket.
We have become opaque.