Mea's Writing

  Image: https://gardendownsouth.com/gardening-around-gazebo/  Don't ask me why, but I keep revisitng the villanelle form of poetry. Maybe because it looks so accessible?  ... nooooot   I got all my information from poets.org, here . Basically, it's five tercets (three line stanzas) and then a quatrain (four line stanza). There are two refrains (lines that kinda copy) and a fun little rhyme scheme, like aba/aba/aba through-out the poem. The refrains are usually A1 b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 A2 (taken from that linked poets.org). Lettered 1's and 2's are those repeating lines. For some reason I keep forgetting about the rhyme scheme... I think some anti-rhyme part of my brain keeps conveniently forgetting about it. Below I have 'Remembrance', my almost villanelle. It's a work in progress. Remembrance From the gazebo she calls me, wrapped nineteen smooth; we have loved here before. Hair auburn and wild, she lay...

   Image: https://www.facebook.com/writingprompts.t/photos/a.1912020962451848/2555728968081041/ Dumbfounded, I blinked at what could only be described as a glowing blank slate of a human being. My eyes watered from the light and my head pounded from information that seemed as though it was downloaded onto it. This was a god...or goddess... it hadn't decided yet what it wanted to be, if anything. There were dozens of others like it, just born into being from some sort of colossal boredom of the universe. It was hard to understand, as though the dark matter Hawkins chased had just yawned and BOOM! potential new omniscient beings were created. They had been ordered to...compete? There was an image then, of rows by the hundreds of stock carbon copies of what I now had before me, bodies lit how ancient texts described angels in their true forms- too bright for human eyes. Even this memory was almost too much, and my brain shied away from to, gliding to the next slide. The universe...

                                                                            Image: Mine, a local sex park in Jomtien, Thailand   Everyone tells you to travel alone at least once in your life. So I did. I traveled alone to Thailand in 2017, a few months after sauntering on over to China. My boss recommended the Jomtien/Pattaya area to me, and my co-workers agreed that Thailand was beautiful and sunny and it came with a fun fact! Pattaya was well known for its sex tourism! There's something really different about hearing about sex tourism and ping pong balls and beautiful lady boys (sorry if that's not the politically correct term, that's the term I commonly heard) and actually being there. The prospect was exciting-- getting to see something new and we...

                                                                                                 Image: left- me, 2017, right- me, 2020 I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism when I was fifteen or sixteen years old, but I'd had symptoms for a bit before that. Which really means that I got a traditionally older person's disease when I was barely a teenager. I should probably thank my grandmother for noticing the symptoms (will mention soon, promise) and taking me to the doctor to get checked out and then to a specialist. She really did so many things to turn my life around. My mother hadn't taken me to a doctor for god knows how long, so when my grandmother got custody of me she handled everything- doctor ...

                                                                           Video: Mine, from Guanyinqiao, Chongqing... 2018? 19?                                                                            This is Baba dancing, street dancing usually for the elderly                                                                        ...

Image: https://www.facebook.com/writingprompts.t/ I watch as hands greedily grope for the most high quality foods, apples and clementines lay on the table untouched as people rush towards a variety birds with flight on their minds, a few taking flight. A large muscle of a teen dissects what was labelled a kangaroo burger and just eats the patty, bites flying as he chews with his mouth open. He jumps, an impossible fifteen feet in the air, and then kicks the girl next to him that had just sprouted gills and webbed hands from a spoonful of blood orange caviar. She went flailing, hit the possibly brick wall of the room and lay still. One girl cracked open a golden goose egg, poured the thing into a challis and drank. Instantly the challis turned to gold. That's right, there had been that online post about a boy getting the Midas touch a few years ago. What the table offered changed daily, but many foods offered roundabouts the same powers. Birds usually equaled flying, which made tr...

For the past four years I've been living in Chongqing, China. I've learnt and seen so much, but I've written so little that it feels as though my personal writing goals have fallen to the wayside (cliche phrase, I know). So, this blog is going to help me write more. Hopefully. I'll be writing about my experiences, current and past, in my life. These writings will be used to create poetry and stories and novels for my own personal publications. Basically, I'm sticking to the writing strategy of writing something, anything, and then taking the good shit and turning it into better shit. Like writing fermentation. Disclaimer: I'll be writing things as I see and experience them and how I process them through my thoughts and feelings. Complaints will be ignored. Enjoy!