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resting place

In my life, I’m busy:
Homework keeps me on my toes,
friends invite me to socialize & social events,
& the real world awaits.

But the mountains are calling, John Muir says,
& I must go,
the Misty Mountains are calling,
& dwarves are in my Hobbit hole.

The mountains, Misty or not, stand stock still,
as unshakeable as soldiers.
The streams gurgle,
the breeze whispers,
& the snow crunches like carrots underfoot.

There are so many things I must do:
I must prepare for my driver’s test,
& write a 400-word essay by tomorrow.
Showering isn’t a luxury: it will only take ten minutes.
My best friend is leaving for Washington, D.C.

The Sun does not hurry,
for it’s hot as hell below,
nor does it rise late upon Mount Sopris,
nor does the grass wither.
Remember, grass doesn’t grow like green piece of paper on trees.
Remember, life’s like a jump rope.

M.B.B.
2/12/15
edited 5/24/2020

Note: italicized pieces are from the works of Blue October, Les Miserables (the play), & a quote from John Muir is also included.

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The Journey

There’s a tall glass of water on the counter,
& a tiny door in front of you.

It’s like Alice’s passage into Wonderland,
an oaken door to adventure,
to green parks & freshly painted houses all in rows

You’re about to embrace an adventure,
a road where no one has traveled,
where your bare feet will be the first prints in the dirt.

But first you must decide:

Is the glass half empty or half full?

Your answer will determine
how green the grass looks,
how bright the colors of the red, gold, & orange leaves will look,
how the children will laugh & shriek with delight, chasing blue rubber balls
& how clean the parks will be
once you open the neatly oiled wooden door,
stepping inside.

M.B.B.
5/5/15
edited 5/24/2020

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an ocean

Your blue-green waves
tug me from the soft sand & beckon me into your lapping waters,
where I splash you
with my goose-pimpled skin,
warmed by the sudden blaze of Volcanus’ heat from your undertow.

M.B.B.
5/28/15
edited 5/23/2020

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book reviews

Crossover (Cassandra Kresnov # 1)

In a futuristic setting, Cassandra Kresnov must stake her claim on her autonomy and rights as an android, an artificial person, while struggling to live life as a civilian. Created by the League for wartime purposes against the conservative Federation, someone who is like the Daft Punk song: Harder, better, faster, stronger. She’s also more dangerous and more intelligent than ordinary humans. Having fled the League, she tries to find a new life among the Federation, her previous enemy.

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New Blue!

Blue October has released a new single called “This is What I Live For,” off of their upcoming tenth album of the same name. With a slower tempo, intimate lyrics, and strong beats, “This is What I Live For” is a solid single.

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Dear Jude

I miss your cleaning. I miss hearing you trot out arpeggios in the middle of the night on the piano, when you can’t seem to grasp reality. I miss your cooking. I miss the sound of your voice, even when you’re angry. I miss the looks you shared with Willem; I miss you looking at the rising sun at the office. I miss your smile, hidden behind your hand. I love the sound of you singing in German. You’re one of the smartest men I know. May I give you a hug? Would you want to go for tea sometime? I miss the sparkle in your green eyes. I love how ruthless you are in court, how you glue everyone’s eyes on you. Don’t let the old bastards get you down. I love the way your hands move across the keys of a piano, how they finely chop onions or carrots. You’re the most sensitive person I know. Don’t worry, JB was right: It will get better.

Thank you for your life.

I miss you so much.

Love,

M

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Pansies

Alfie Bell has a lot going for him: he’s making good money, he’s got his own place, and he’s looking for love.

When he accidentally comes out as gay at his mate’s wedding, his world is turned upside-down. Shocked at his reveal, Alfie leaves the wedding in a rush, leaving the place of reception as quickly as possible. In a pub, he meets a handsome man around his age, and sleeps with him.

To his horror, Alfie learns that the guy he just slept with is his old classmate, James O’Donaghue. He used to torment James for being different, without realizing that he himself was just as different from everyone else, just like James–who now goes by his real name Fen, short for Fenimore.

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Threads

So, this is what it’s like to truly miss you:
wanting nothing more than to wrap you in my arms
like I would wrap a present with a nice, tight red bow.

Your smooth, supple legs twining around mine,
our clothes lost from top to bottom—
the threads unraveling with each kiss
& each brush of each touch
renewing my faith in you.

You’re better than any demi-god,
because you’re a fully-fledged human:
flawed like my first clayey spin at the potter’s wheel,
fabled like the Geat Beowulf,
witty as Chaucer in his pilgrimage to Canterbury,
sharp in a black vest and red bowtie,
smart like Tesla,
strong as a beaker,
& sexy as ‘80s synth.

I can’t believe you’re actually mine:
clear, mountain stream blue eyes,
full rose-pink lips,
long, nimble fingers
that unbutton jeans as easily as laying the strokes of lines of code,
powerful thighs which wrap around my torso,
your beautiful cock to greet me
in the morning,
& wet my appetite
well after midnight,
& your warm, sweaty body to hold in my shining arms
once we’ve finished mussing the bedsheets.

M.B.B.
8/3/16
(edited 5/21/2020)

Note: This can be seen as a non-personal poem, for it is a fantasy in the speaker’s mind. The image used is from shutterstock.com

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It’s the little things

It’s the little things that set you apart from others:
your shining blue eyes,
the way you brush your teeth,
the way you comb your hair,
and the way in which you walk with your calve muscles
it’s the steady thumping of your fingers on your keyboard,
your sharp laughter at something funny,
and your long hugs
which warm me like a blanket

M.B.B.
1/16/16
edited 5/20/2020

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How to Love Someone Two Hours Away: a Time Capsule

  1. It’s harder than concrete,
    & sparser than the desert flowers
  2. Meeting up, everything’s rushed:
    time floats like the loon they say;
    driving the kids around in the golf cart,
    pushing little Ezra to “go higher!” on the swing set,
    watching The Lego Movie on your grandma’s bed
  3. Kissing you is sweeter
    than salt water taffy;
    our tongues crackling electricity in our mouths,
    snapping like Pop Rocks
  4. I miss squeezing our bodies
    closetogether in a fierce hug;
    I miss riffling through your shoulder-length brown hair;
    I ache for the sound of your voice
    in my sadness,
    in my inability to wrench myself from the suction of bedsheets
  5. Now, during Covid-19:
    Your laughter over funny YouTube videos
    brings a trembling smile to my lips,
    I ask how you’re doing
    & feel gushing spring water relief when you say, “Okay.”
  6. At night,
    I hope I dream up adventures for us:
    picnics, snuggling on your sectional couch,
    eating burgers & shakes at Freddy’s,
    holding hands as we walk down the bike path,
    the trees budding pink and green shoots anew

M.B.B.
7/8/16
(edited 3/17/20)
(edited again 5/16/20)

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Happy Mother’s Day!

Dear Mom,

You are one of the most amazing people I know. You’re one of the kindest, sweetest, most sensitive person I know.

I am still moved by your dedication to wanting to have children, and how you used your worry dolls to wish for a child in your life. I love how much you and Dad wanted to be parents, and how you still cherish the time you spend with us as your adult children.

I love how you find humor and joy in your daily life. I love your passion for watching the news. (I find it adorable how you have favorite news anchors!) I love how you love our two Golden Retrievers, Bentley and Charlie. I love your tangent moments while we have conversations. (I do it, too, so we’re even.)

Thank you for your support in my relationships, your daily love and your belief in my writing skills.

I love you high as the sky and deep as the ocean,

Meghan

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Wayward Son (Simon Snow #2)

Simon Snow defeated the big baddie. Now he’s sitting on the couch.

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Rediscovering Classical Music

Lately, I’ve been getting back into classical music.

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Canvas

Your body is an inspiration
from which I can paint,
splattering bits of the colors you’re wearing onto my canvas

I rub color-pieces of clothes onto my canvas:
the red of your button-down shirt,
my faded blue jeans,
& your Game of Thrones socks.

I smear all of these
into the thick white canvas spread before me
& leave impressions of them in your bright-blue veins
when we kiss

I imitate Pollock,
dribbling our colors together
from huge tubes of paint
to form winding whorls

M.B.B.
5/8/2020

Note: the speaker is inspired by the colors of clothes that she and her boyfriend are wearing to influence her art.

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Darkest Dungeon

Ruin has come to our family.

Darkest Dungeon opening.

Darkest Dungeon is one my favorite dungeon crawler games. What makes this game special is how you play the game. You not only face down various monsters, but your band of heroes are effected by everything around them, including the amount of light–or lack thereof–in the dungeons. What’s compelling is the gothic Lovecraftian setting, and the sharp, clever writing.