girl he did what?

oh no he didn’t wtf

I just can’t believe iiiiiitttttt…. you iz too good for that shaz

i’d a popped a cap

and had a cow

move on girlfriend he ain’t knowin wut he is missing

well i never

men be buggin

bitches be crazy

What can you do in eight minutes and forty two second?

Brush my teeth, take a poop, have a quick shower.

Eat my cereal or maybe some oatmeal but not the steal cut kind.

pop into cumbies and grab a coffee with one shot of either chocolate or coconut syrup; depending on my mood, add 5 sugars and a lot of cream but keep the engine on or i will be late to work.

stop at the dispensary and hope there is no line but if i order online i can just make it.

100 maybe 200 situps if i actually did sit ups, i prefer the hula hoop it burns more calories and is way more fun.

quick trip to the ladies room before classes, not because i have to go but i just need to get away from the dam kids.

write two poems, not necessarily profound but meaningful just the same.

Can you be friends with an EX?

So during my personal sabbatical/quarantine/healing alone time i have been reconnecting with friends who i closed my heart to during this struggle with codependency. I started with the easy friends. The ones who always forgive me because they know my wounds and patterns. Next were those friends who I had major falling outs with and the repair was done but a fear wall of trust still existed. Work in progress. Now i have been contemplating the thing i always avoid with all costs. Can i be friends with an ex boyfriends?

I always thought i could because i have no problem being friends with ex lovers. I thought that made me the mature person; however i realize that there are no stakes to be friends with someone who loves me more than i love them. My ex boyfriend confessed to me that he had never been able to be friends with an x girlfriend. I remember the arrogant judgement i felt when he said this. I was very young by personal standards and this was my very first “Adult” relationship. It wasn’t until years later and numerous failed relationships that i had to accept that i have never been able to be friends with an ex. Why is that? The excuses i use are that they will get the wrong idea and think i want to marry them, or that i will get confused and think i made a mistake and should have stayed with them. The deeper excuses are that their new wife or girlfriend will feel uncomfortable and i don’t want to interfere; god forbid we admit that we knocked boots and played house.

It is an odd vulnerbilty that is based on nothing as I reach out to my first love. The illusion that i am the person that i was after we parted ways and that he will think i am still heartbroken. I deny it when we run into each other and he sincerely invites me for tea and a catch up but my inner child echos the words of my mother thinking that all relationships are sexual or desperate for sexual. It is quite sad to have voted him and others off the island when we shared such sacred parts of ourselves and no damage was done in our breakup. We mutually agreed yet still there is fear to trust that he, they are in my corner and had a genuine love for me as i do them.

Intimacy is a tricky thing when sex is involved and past wounds make it impossible to be with the things you love about a person without the tension of partnership. Luckily this man gets it and our souls communicate on an energetic level. You can’t live with a person for 2 years and not be forever connected. So I continue to contemplate if i can be friends with an ex…………………..time to meditate…

Hello expressionist,

So this writing challenge I am going to label as advanced; however those who know me know that I don’t necessarily believe in such rigid categories. As with my improv classes I point out how sometimes the most green performers can come out with the most sophisticated materials. When you are a newbie your not as stuck on the rules and the rigid self conscious captains that are there to mark your progress. I do like distinctions though so that people don’t get overwhelmed and set themselves up for failure.

I am considering this as advanced since I myself am finding it extremely challenging and I have been performing since I was 7 years old but you may have a different experience.

So here it is: uncensored writing. Allow yourself to write, post or perform a piece as if you opened up a half shaken can of soda pop. Let err rip and make no apologies. I usually post an example but if you have been following my work you will see a plethora of examples.

Enjoy and be sure to share your work or your progress in the comments. good luck.

Let it go. Let it flow.

Iam a victim in a time and space when blue collar white wash claims it is not spiritual to be so.

Like I had any choice in being berated and violated all those years. My muzzle fit tight around my pride at being so poised.

I am angry in a time and space when white collar bluebirds take us away in carnival rides and money bags dangled in the future to keep my pain quiet.

I am sad in a time and space when yellow jaundice and cancer ridden red knecks spite my privilege to be upset.

I am hurt in a time an space when purple pansies keep green pastures of hard work to set me straight.

I am crying in a time and space when blue jazz drowns brown bag lunches jealous to give me something to cry about.