Speed Limits

Driving as fast as you want
down a deserted country road
where the only streetlights
are the stars
and the devil on your shoulder
is riding shotgun tonight.

He tells you to take the next exit
start over in a new town
where only the headlights of your car
will know where you have been
and what you are running from.

 

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An Ode To Tea

Ode To Tea

A cup of tea is the most wonderful thing
a smile to my face it will always bring.
Whether you like it with sugar or with milk
delicious hot water as smooth as French silk.
You have rooibos, white and you have green
all with a different amount of caffeine!
Herbal or oolong or maybe some chai
black tea, mate or matcha oh my!
Give me a cup or a pot or a mug
this life essence then I will chug.
You can enjoy it with a book or a movie
with breakfast or lunch it will still be groovy.
Have it as a tea latte or as a London Fog
it will give you the energy to go for a jog.
Steep your black tea a little longer
with a shot of agave to make you feel stronger!
But be sure to switch to herbal after dinner is ate
so you will not be awake in to the night so late.
Which is not as bad as it sounds like it could be
it would give you more time for another cup of tea!

 

 

Bent But Not Broken

My soul grew crooked
like a tree whose life
was spent leaning into the wind.
My heart grew gnarled
in places that had been
smooth and lithe just years before.
I became accustomed
to the bareness of my branches
and the scars cut into my bark.
I may not flower or
provide the usual beauty
that the world is so dependant on
but I promise to always provide
shade and coverage for those
who need rest and protection
and I think there is
more than enough beauty in that.

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Destruction by Numbers

It was never supposed to be
us against the world
because we would win
every single time.

The moon would crumble
and the Earth reduced to ash
we would devour anything
that stood in our way.

But how do you enjoy
a post apocalyptic Eden
when there’s nothing left to destroy
but each other?

BB

Fahrenheit 451 Review

Fahrenheit Review

To be read with: any hard liquor shot lit on fire; the incendiary liquid heating your face and pushing you towards revolution.

I had no idea what Fahrenheit 451 was about. I had heard the title, and liked the book cover, so I bought it at a library book sale a while back. Since then it had been in repose on my bookshelf, collecting dust. After forgetting my current read at work over the weekend, I selected Ray Bradbury off the shelf, and my world was ignited (honestly, this is going to be a very flammable review).

This book had so many things I could connect with. Even though it was written in 1953, it reads like it could be modern. The world is solely focused on the consumption and regurgitation of mindless entertainment and dangerous recreation that they do not realize they are living in a society devoid of intelligence and genuine feeling. The reader explores this depressing (and suicidal) dystopia through the eyes of the main character Guy Montag. Guy Montag is a fire fighter, who does not put out fires, but starts them instead. The firemen of this future society are alerted to citizens that keep secret caches of banned or forbidden books and torch their homes and arrest them. The general idea is that books can never agree on anything, therefore by wiping them out completely, society is then sanitized of conflict. This is not exactly what ends up happening, as seen through the high numbers of suicide attempts and the very disturbing pastimes of the futuristic youth.

The core message of Fahrenheit 451 really resounded with me. I am, of course, an avid bibliophile and the thought of a world where books were hunted and ignited really shook me. I think it shook me because there have always been banned books and book burnings in society, so this novel lets the reader see what would happen if that were a majority institution. You cannot ignore, then fear, then hunt intellect and scholars, the alternative of a world without those things is much worse. I can also understand the stress of trying to write without offending particular sects or groups, which is a theme that Bradbury comes back to a couple times. For this, I can offer no solution. It’s been 63 years since this was written, and we’re still dealing with this issue.

I was really inspired by this novel, and I am amazed that no one had ever recommended this to me before. I am now going to be that annoying person pushing this book on anyone and everyone. The concept and the writing were both so clear and beautiful, this novel flies by and is such a short read. Pick it up if you haven’t already. Read it again if it’s been a while. All I want is a future with Shakespeare and Voltaire and Hemingway, and I mean if it comes down to it, whoever the heck wrote Twilight. Let all the books live, so that we can have the opportunity to choose what we read, what we believe, what we fight for.

Arson

I take every letter you wrote
and watch them go up
in gasoline-soaked flames
taking pleasure that
this fire will keep me warm
in ways you never could

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Adventuress

Adventuress

I like to lay my maps
across the table
and press my fingers
to the page as if
the red and blue lines
denoting rivers and roads
are veins and arteries
and if I concentrate hard enough
I can feel a pulse
run through the paper
calling me to
a lifetime of adventure

 

BB

 

Consonants as Calories

I take 26 letters and rearrange them
in as many ways as I can in hopes of
finally being able to describe the
ways in which I hurt and of course
the ways in which I love
(in that order)

I push these vowels and consonants
at other people in case their heart
is beating out the same unspoken rhythm
looking for the words to carry them home
and I could be the string that lead them there
(or just away from here)

I consume cleverly constructed sentences
like the childhood snack of raisins on celery
each bite filling me and warming me a bit more
keeping the coals stoked in the fire within
to the point where I feel I could survive on
(words and letters alone)

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Perspective

I have stood on the tips
of mountains and volcanoes
and looked down on a world
in such a state of disarray
and madness and realized
that the people who try
to pull you down do not matter.

I have led my body into the depths
of rivers and lakes and oceans
and marvelled at the way I float;
how I rise to the surface regardless
of the weight people have put
around my neck and left.

I climb and I fight and I float
but you, my love
you will be the one to fly
and the world will wonder how
anyone ever tried to hold you back.

 

BB

X Review

X BOOK REVIEW
To be read with: cheap white wine from your favourite local haunt, where a cold glass is always waiting for you to come unwind. (This brand name actually makes sense with one of the story lines as well!)

I am wholly unapologetic about my love for Sue Grafton. At a young age I picked up one of her alphabetized crime novels and fell in love with the main character, private investigator Kinsey Millhone. I enjoy crime/suspense/thriller novels, and it’s a bonus when the lead character is a strong woman. However in opposition to other female crime novel leads ie) Patricia Cornwell’s Kay Scarpetta or Iris Johansen’s Eve Duncan, Kinsey doesn’t have an independently wealthy boyfriend backing her, or an entire police department at her beck and call. She’s a lone wolf who is socially awkward and gets her face punched a lot. She relies on her own guile and strength to unravel the mysteries she’s hired to sleuth.

One of my favourite things about this series is that it is consistently set in the 1980’s. Grafton started the series around that time and Kinsey ages slowly as the books keep coming and coming. While we’re on our smart phones trying to get spoilers for the latest book or movie, Kinsey must still hoof it to the library to examine microfiche rolls in order to find old newspaper articles. She has to call a telephone operator to requests numbers and addresses, and use old photos to try and recognize perps and witnesses. I find this to be the genuine art of gumshoe detecting. Oh and all of her reports are typed on her portable Smith-Corona. My girl crush just compounded.

The characters in each of these novels are compelling and multi-faceted. For the reader, it’s not just about finding out who committed the crime; it’s about finding out why. ‘X’ is certainly no exception in this, and provides quite a lovely twist ending in one of the crimes that Kinsey is investigating. Murder and intrigue abound, with classic Kinsey sarcasm, Henry’s good nature of course being taken advantage of, and plenty of trips to Rosie’s to sip on cheap white wine and discuss investigation details. New enough to keep the reader interested, but also weighted with the characters and places that long-time readers have come to love.

In regards to the fact that the series will be coming to its end within a couple years, I am not of the ilk that believes Grafton will kill Kinsey off when we get to Z. I will concede that Henry may die, or even Ed the cat, which will be terrible but not devastating (the man is 89 for goodness’ sake) however I would be pissed if she killed Kinsey at 39. I’m predicting that her rarely-touched savings account and the gorgeous Robert Dietz will come into play. I think Kinsey will grudgingly ride into the sunset, snarky comments the whole way to her happy ending.

I recommend this book whole heartedly. For those who haven’t read the series, please do. You definitely don’t need to have though, as there is always a brief exposition explaining Kinsey’s backstory and all the relevant characters. Maybe this is the one that hooks you and then you’ll go back and read the series!