Literature

Old Mrs. Creet

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Once there was an old lady
Who looked like my grandma maybe

Every night
She’d take a bite

Of children’s toes
And a nose

If it’s past your bedtime
And you hear a chime

It’s old Mrs. Creet
Looking for something to eat

Don’t let her catch you
Awake or she’ll chew

Your toes and maybe your nose
So hurry and doze

Off to deep sleep
And as you count sheep

Out will creep
Old Mrs. Creet

Trafficked

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Somewhere over the rainbow
Someone will hear my cry of “No”
 
Lured in a parking lot
Before I knew it, my arms tied in a knot
 
Could this be happening?
Head against his car slapping
 
Eyes blindfolded
The terror has unfolded
 
Taken to a cold house
He tore open my blouse
 
Threw me onto the bed
Monster and his friends then fed
 
Once untied
I asked why and cried
 
“Right place at the right time,”
He said, “You’ll earn me a pretty dime”
 
I stared out the window
From this place of hellish limbo
 
And saw a line of men
Foxes to devour a hen
 

Tale of Two Genres

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I love running errands in the morning.  And, now that fall is finally here, I love it even more.  There’s a sense of renewal, nostalgia, anticipation, and reflection in the air.  Fall has always been my favorite season.

We’ve been traveling for the past couple weeks.  We went back to San Francisco to unwind and then to Portland for a wedding.  It was our first time in Portland and, yes, it is a bit like Portlandia.  If I were to describe the city to someone who’s never been there, I’d describe it as a very clean city for the wash-and-go set that has a fantastic public transportation system.  The uniform of choice of many there is cargo shorts or jeans, tanks, and T-shirts (all with no makeup).  In other words, you can roll right out of bed, head out, and you’d blend right in with the crowd.  There’s a Nordstrom (which meets my minimum requirements for a “real” metropolitan area–there are exceptions such as New York City) but no Saks or Neiman’s.  Although Portland isn’t exactly my kind of town, I fell in love with its public transportation system, TRIMET.  It’s a tram or above-ground electric train system.  A hybrid between a city metro bus and subway (but so much cleaner [not a whiff of exhaust fumes] and smoother [didn’t get motion sickness even once]).  Every major city should have a tram system like TRIMET (it is worth every tax payer dollar).

As for the wedding, it was beautiful.  My first Sri Lankan wedding.  It was full of traditional customs, colorful grandeur, and rich culture.  Perhaps I’ll wear a sari for my and D’s renewal of vows in a couple decades :).

In other news, I recently joined the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators and the Horror Writers Association Are there many (successful) writers out there who write in two (or more) genres?  Many of you know that I have such a blast writing thriller and horror works.  As for the children’s stories, it’s still fun but it’s more to leave a legacy for my son (and, fingers crossed, subsequent children).  The children’s book is still in the works and the scary stories are still on the way.  And, as I head into the third trimester of my pregnancy, I will likely be doing even more writing.  So stay tuned!

Little Piggy

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This little piggy went to market
Damn, this girl has spirit
 
This little piggy stayed home
Found her as I did my roam
 
This little piggy had roast beef
Told her the pain would be brief
 
This little piggy had none
Ravishing her was fun
 
This little piggy went
Still smell her blood’s scent
 
Wee, wee, wee
On to my next killing spree
 
All the way home
Smiling at her mouth’s foam

Boy

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Who are you
I say and coo
 
Hopes and dreams
Your father and I beam
 
Smiles for miles
As I pick onesie styles
 
Will you turn out to be
More like him or like me
 
May you grow old
And have a heart of gold
 
Marry the one
Whom you love a ton
 
Have children of your own
Be there when they’re grown
 
And look back with joy
As you read to your son’s boy
 
But until then
You’ll be ours and when
 
You come out of my womb
And, again, love will bloom
 
Oh, how very proud
I say out loud
 
To be your mother
As we wait for one another

New Facebook Page

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Finally, I created a Facebook page for this site (please “like” and/or “recommend” my page so that I may beef up my online presence!!!).  Part of the reason I did this was because I think some of my friends and family were tired of seeing my (at times) creepy poems on my personal page (which, clearly, are not “family-friendly” and some of my [personal] Facebook friends happen to be children).  And also so that I can post little tidbits that I don’t post on this site (such as articles on writing, etc.).  As you know, I do write children’s poems and stories but, this way (with this new Facebook page), I don’t feel like I need to censor my words.  So, thanks in advance!