Sunshine Revival #2: Tunnel of Love
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stonepicnicking_okapiAdjusting to the job, I am behind on...everything. I am still figuring out when to do things and how to engineer motivation to do things and how to prioritize and what things will have to be cut from to the to-do list permanently because there simply isn't as much free time as there was. So please bear with me (I am speaking to myself more than you because I have discovered over and over again that my friends are MUCH kinder to me than I ever am to myself).
Journaling: The romance of summer! What do you love? Write about anything you feel sentimental about or that gets your heart pumping.
Creative: Write a love poem to anyone or anything you like
In 2023 and 2024, I did Fannish 50 so I have a nice list of things I like. Mysteries & detective stories, ghost stories, poetry, audiobooks, puzzles, collage, BTS, miniatures, art, libraries, coffee, chocolate, Christmas & Halloween, okapis & sea turtles, the ocean, the moon, tea, bees & honey, tarot, fireworks, autumn, Snoopy.
I watched the latest Venom movie last night. Parts of it were very good. I am glad they left The Girl out of it this time. I was glad Mrs. Chen got a beautiful cameo. I can't say it 'got my heart pumping' but I enjoyed it.
I finished the jigsaw puzzle below yesterday [Around the World in 50 Plants, 1000 pieces, art by Lucille Clerc, a decent puzzle, well-fitting pieces], and there is ALWAYS a satisfaction at putting the last piece in. Is it better than sex? My ace-spectrum self says YES. I also like poetry and this is poem #26 from Jo Bell's book 52: write a poem a week. Start now. Keep going. The prompt was erotica. I write PLENTY of explicit fic and have written explicit poetry, too, but I combined it with the journal prompt of the Sunshine Revival.
jigsaw by okapi
they spill into the lid. like shelling peas
like wheat from chaff. or sheep from goat.
soft noise, soft rhythm, fingers flick with ease
and satisfaction. bedlam’s antidote.
define fine boundaries and orient
the scene. an orgy. orifice and limb
are rife. there’s wanting and there’s turgescent
as error and trial make order of whim
But there. And there. And there. No. Yes. the frame
takes shape. union by union. head to tail
and tail to head. with time, the eye can name
the subtleties of hue and pattern scale
reward is the breath held ‘til the last piece
has found its way home, then sigh of release
Journaling: The romance of summer! What do you love? Write about anything you feel sentimental about or that gets your heart pumping.
Creative: Write a love poem to anyone or anything you like
In 2023 and 2024, I did Fannish 50 so I have a nice list of things I like. Mysteries & detective stories, ghost stories, poetry, audiobooks, puzzles, collage, BTS, miniatures, art, libraries, coffee, chocolate, Christmas & Halloween, okapis & sea turtles, the ocean, the moon, tea, bees & honey, tarot, fireworks, autumn, Snoopy.
I watched the latest Venom movie last night. Parts of it were very good. I am glad they left The Girl out of it this time. I was glad Mrs. Chen got a beautiful cameo. I can't say it 'got my heart pumping' but I enjoyed it.
I finished the jigsaw puzzle below yesterday [Around the World in 50 Plants, 1000 pieces, art by Lucille Clerc, a decent puzzle, well-fitting pieces], and there is ALWAYS a satisfaction at putting the last piece in. Is it better than sex? My ace-spectrum self says YES. I also like poetry and this is poem #26 from Jo Bell's book 52: write a poem a week. Start now. Keep going. The prompt was erotica. I write PLENTY of explicit fic and have written explicit poetry, too, but I combined it with the journal prompt of the Sunshine Revival.
jigsaw by okapi
they spill into the lid. like shelling peas
like wheat from chaff. or sheep from goat.
soft noise, soft rhythm, fingers flick with ease
and satisfaction. bedlam’s antidote.
define fine boundaries and orient
the scene. an orgy. orifice and limb
are rife. there’s wanting and there’s turgescent
as error and trial make order of whim
But there. And there. And there. No. Yes. the frame
takes shape. union by union. head to tail
and tail to head. with time, the eye can name
the subtleties of hue and pattern scale
reward is the breath held ‘til the last piece
has found its way home, then sigh of release
