Friday, May 29, 2015

flash fiction friday #57

flash fiction friday #57 [inclusion]trigger: ...moments [that] amount to nothing momentous...
["that" for use if necessary to facilitate voice/syntax; feel free to disregard if no structural necessity]

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
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Thursday, May 28, 2015

links+thinks

like i say (and like i also say often, lately, some of these links months old, but ideas still fresh):
purely selfish; i need to be able to find this again, on how to make edible+stackable lego gummies.
for everybody, a view of whole sexual anatomy, starting with the brain and following with solid science about aaalll the parts [aaalllthe parts!!! even the ones you didn' know could do tings] and what they about.
anthony howe's gorgeous moving kinetic sculptures are fascinating, managing to look like something from nature, and alien, at the same time...
einstein+tagore discuss the nature of reality...
definitely to be findable for future reference, how to delete your google history.
on corruption+culture; not exactly us here in sweet t+t[afra raymond, embedded] but valuable lessons for us (and others) still.
and a piece of trini history, unearthed, under the red house, no less! archaeological remains of saladoid peoples, theories surrounding them and the place+time...
heartbreaking read, kelly sundberg's it will look like a sunset.
and even more heartbreaking and incalculably more beautiful read, possibly the most heartbreaking+beautiful i read for the year, lesley nneka arimah's light.
plus 1st glorious aerial photos of cuba!
and closing with a video i loving not just because the track is an alltime favourite but because this chick delivering lyrics in signlanguage mashing up, reminding me of a good friend of mine i miss terribly, plus she reminds me of the translation battles i wish i could jump up in and sends my mind spinning in a few directions i liking..enjoy...

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Tuesday, May 26, 2015

fff#56

my attempt@ flash fiction friday #56; [inclusions]trigger: stay, kept, left, right, wrong

one in front the other, ripples of pain spreading outward from nosebridge across cheekbones, up temples+forehead, infiltrating hairline and washing over+through your entire brain each time your foot strike ground, left, like your heel smashing against your head insteada road, right, reverberating inside your thumping skull, left…keep moving, pushing through the thudding+echoing pain, forward, onward, go…
you eh know how long you walking, running, dragging, where you are anymore, just that you past where you were and must keep going for the smell of home to soothe this headache. the acrid air haunting your nostrils slowly give way to the thick, clinging scent of overripe mangoes, until forced to give way to the dry smoke and fluttering ash of bushfire. you keep going, trying not to think about what you leaving; there was no way to stay. once suspicion set in, mistrust follow, and your secrets cyah be kept for long. any man boldface enough or just wild enough to snatch at you without your come-hither setting up interaction could expose all your business with a flick of his wrist. your skirts and combined powers of selection+illusion are all that keep your truth hidden enough to make continued existence possible.
chief making geera this morning, far in the distance of the smellscape, but inescapable still. keep moving. more bushfire. eventually, a waft of mangoes again, then citrus, and you know you can autopilot the rest. tortuga not exactly close, but estate easy to sniff out for somebody like you who know the place before it had anything besides estate.
nex’ time you’ll be more careful; cyah get too comfortable, clearly; when las’ you misjudge and call-hither the wrong one? you supposed to be better than that, out here too long to mistakenly pick man already too overripe to eat…

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Friday, May 22, 2015

flash fiction friday #56

slightly late but nowhere near as bad as we know trini-time could be...flash fiction friday #56; [inclusions]trigger: stay, kept, left, right, wrong

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
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done+posted@ http://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2015/05/fff56.html
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Wednesday, May 20, 2015

links spinning for months+months now...

plenty links because i lapsing since year start, backlog eh fully cleared since i was still awaiting new machine so extra words@minimum this rounds; archive+share, 1time:
not actually sure how i feel about this, but leaving the dildo of your partner's ashes right here for future reference, just in case...
hilarious[+interesting!] miles davis blindfold tests [and, of course i substituted 1+2@url to read the rest].
5 literary art projects with delightful results; gorgeous illustrations of finnegan's wake, moby dick, et al.
was thinking meself about why so many so quick to claim "(slight) ocd" for behaviour simply anal-retentive or perfectionist; this gives a more accurate picture of why much of that is wrong, and frustrating for those who actually do battle ocd.
ting to read, the inimitable martin "mice" raymond's comparison of contemporary carnival bands with a tight historical intro.
the more you know...correlation between lead levels and violence+crime, with handy nb about how much lead remains in our immediate ecosystem today in spite of unleaded gas and paint...
and yes, the more you know and all, but this i post as a reminder of how fucked up people truly are, with the clear warning that you may not want to know these details of the cia torture report's grisliest findings...
a good, clear and truly useful bicycle-analogy for race/privilege, since conversations seem eternally fraught...
and now badness aside, warming up the eyes because i closing with videos, great shots of some wonderfully curvy women.
1st funny

then funny froggies

then the amazing baryshnikov+buck for rag+bone

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Tuesday, May 19, 2015

letter to a hopeful artist; written for me!

this is an open letter a theatre practitioner i love+respect wrote me and publicly posted after a performance we did together las' year; been meaning to repost here, not to brag, but so that on the days i feel listless, uninspired, uncreative, untalented, i can be reminded that i am capable of great things and make meself get back up+make/art/wuk...so, for those[me] who sometimes[often] need reminding that what we do is worthwhile+appreciated,

OPEN LETTER TO ELISHA EFUA BARTELS as MEDEA
in the Trinidad Theatre Workshop TTW staged reading of:
CARNIVAL MEDEA : A Bacchanal
by
Rhoma Spencer and Shirlene Holmes
Adapted from the Euripides Tragedy

That you, Bartels Efua Elisha, should have risen so gloriously, like a full moon in Petit Carême season, cannot be lightly considered.

That you brought with your sudden, much-needed arrival in Rhoma's production, the political attributes of a Walcott-trained thespian dispensing concision and impromptuality - Medea-style - even before you subsumed yourself into the sacrificial role, attests to your dignified understanding of your own personal weddinged pain and your carefully-nurtured, experiential collection of a Caribbean-styled Aristotelian theatre at its best.

Peradventure, to say your personal presentation of Medea was "Wonderful!" is a politically-distracting understatement - an inverted euphemism of sorts - that lends artificial credibility to the sacredness of what can be only equated to your soulful offertory of a holy and religiously-ecstatic portrayal of a practiced Bunraku artist. The Japanese would snap you up in a second...despite their gendered preference!!!

Would that you continue to present yourself as Peter Brook's empty space while "crossing the abyss on a tightrope...!"

I have become languid of the kitchen-sink dramatists of recent vintage and had surrendered my carefully-honed artistic sensibilities back to their original muse... but last night... they were resurrected!!... by your touching, sensitive kaleidscopic painting, of a classic tragic heroine named Medea, on the canvas of my mind.

For that, I celebrate you and pronounce your name publicly. Continue the greatness, chile!

Love, Strength and Powers!!!

Che Rodriguez.

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Monday, May 18, 2015

fff#55

my flash fiction friday #55; starter-trigger:

the problem with flowers is they don’t actually eliminate smell, are at best merely a mask, and as olfactory ruse, weak. so in spite of the many roses you thought to bring, the scent is still like a velvet-cushioned bag of bricks to the head upon entry and sticks in your nostrils like an umbrella was inserted+opened behind it. roses still sweet+earthy as ever, but playing accessory to the crime starring the scent of dead; in their current supporting-cast context, synecdoche for your entire garden, carefully cultivated for nobody to appreciate. your mind thought it was prepared. it was wrong. you were wrong.
roses grow into vines and spiral from the tangle clutched in your hands out+around your head, crown dethorned as you plucked them, the most time you had ever spent attending to individual plants, using the time to gather yourself for the scene you knew you would enter.
the roses keep growing, crown creeping back down to your shoulderblades and planting itself, then spreading upward+outward, feathers of petals whispering at your shoulders and beyond them, attar fanning into the airwaves over your love as your new-formed wings rustle, then stretch, then beat gently, once, twice, 3times, and lift you easily up+away from the end of the one person you ever thought loved you.

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Friday, May 15, 2015

flash fiction friday #55

on time this time, with hopes for my actual story's timeliness too, so, without further ado, flash fiction friday #55 trigger: the problem with flowers is...

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.

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Blogger sweet trini said...

done+posted@ http://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2015/05/fff55.html
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Thursday, May 14, 2015

fff#54

as ridiculously late as the trigger was, my flash fiction friday #54; [inclusions]trigger: ring, fling, sing, string

sometimes, you die
and don’t know why
or how
or who
just that there is a hole
where your insides should be
and you empty
unexpectedly
a fling now unflung
navelstring unstrung
abruptly done
no fizzle
no fete
nor parting ways satisfied, conditions well met
instead an ambush split you wide open
ears ringing
blood singing
you try not to fall into a million pieces
and fall into a black hole instead.

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Friday, May 08, 2015

flash fiction friday #54

ridiculously late, i know, i sorry; but i never fail you yet, ent...flash fiction friday #54 [inclusions]trigger: ring, fling, sing, string

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.

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Blogger sweet trini said...

almost forget to say, done+posted@ http://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2015/05/fff54.html
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Monday, May 04, 2015

fff#53

this week i actually, magically, finish writing my fff before deadline[!] but lack of internet access to check a single detail and then post, mean it only now going up. but still, close to deadline, allyuh! flash fiction friday #53 trigger: …if nobody ever understands, you give up trying to explain…

fire? smoke, almost definitely, but…
fire?
nostrils burning but instinctively flaring as my brain struggle to make sense of the invisible alarm, i turn, slowly, half-expecting to find everything behind me somehow silently, coolly, ablaze.
still no sign but the unmistakeable smell. i finish my rotation, circling back to see the rabbit, waiting. nose twitching and everything. extremely rabbity.
his voice is nothing like i expect, a velvet hammer all out of proportion with his size, a not-even-full-grown rabbit with a voice so big if it weren’t cushioned by bass it’d be terrifying…at least, as terrifying as a fluffy brown bunny could be.
i feel vaguely like i should be more surprised, but i wonder about the quality of his voice just day before when he saunter into the yard as i was doing a final polish and decide to read it to him; he listen hard, smile+wink at me before he stretch backward, rearing up on his hind legs, baring his jaws, oddly like a cat, just like the thundercats logo in fact, then hop over to the nex’ clump of grass in the driveway…
what the rabbit actually saying finally start to penetrate and i remember the smell of smoke. i forget myself completely, walk out my house naked as i born, down the road, and lean on the neighbour doorbell knowing how hard mrs.bridgemohan does sleep.
to this day nobody believe how i know to go and wake she that night, and if nobody ever understand[s], you give up trying to explain them how truth stranger than fiction. but all mrs.bridgemohan lose was the back room of the house insteada she life.
nex’ day everybody who play 2 and 23 mark win.
i eventually just start saying “i had a dream”…it was easier for everybody to hear.

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Friday, May 01, 2015

flash fiction friday #53

flash fiction friday #53 trigger: "...if nobody ever understands, you give up trying to explain..."

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to the deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.

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Blogger sweet trini said...

done+posted here@http://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2015/05/fff53.html
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2:38 p.m.  
Blogger victoria raschke said...

Done and done. Whoot! http://arsculinaria.net/?p=472

7:35 p.m.  

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Tuesday, April 28, 2015

fff#52

not quite sure how i feel about this one yet, but the point is to challenge self and step out the comfort zone, ent? so, my flash fiction friday #52; [inclusions]trigger: miss, bliss, kiss, hiss

how to miss somebody you eh talk to in 3years:
secretly, because you should be good+over it by now,
try, for your sanity, to pretend they doh exist;
everytime the phone still eh them
adjust expectations downward
minutely
so as to always leave room for hope,
the hiss of your exhale incomprehensibly melancholy to your current caller
who will never think to just ask
because they don’t
can’t
know you;
dream the bliss of having never met, loved, lost,
knowing still you’d have it no other way,
would never trade such [an] experience for mere obliteration of pain,
every kiss in memory a knife
cutting away the self you willing to offer;
more than you thought you’d continue to as time continues to the inevitable;
more than you ever thought possible the instant you hear they completely gone, beyond the furthest reaches of your belated apologies+regrets…

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Lovely and raw, in a good way.

3:42 p.m.  

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Friday, April 24, 2015

flash fiction friday #52

sans ado; flash fiction friday #52 [inclusions]trigger: miss, bliss, kiss, hiss

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to the deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.

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Blogger victoria raschke said...

I'm finally catching up. Things got weird. http://arsculinaria.net/?p=466

10:47 p.m.  
Blogger sweet trini said...

done+posted@ http://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2015/04/fff52.html
and yay@vic for catching up, more for me to reeeaaad!!!
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3:35 p.m.  

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Thursday, April 23, 2015

tab-clearance-quickie

quick+dirty, before nex' fff because some of these resources waiting months now to archive; thus in no particular order:
lemme get the terrible item i archive for the sake of being able to demonstrate certain basic human stupidities out the way 1time and simply say that it cannot be unseen, and ciara eh have no business en pointe (so much so that i even hesitate to call this that)...
and 1time make it better with some gorgeous reading: george saunders' escape from spiderhead; e. lily yu's the cartographer wasps and the anarchist bees; isaac asimovs' the last question; and bonus only, as it eh the whole story which breaks your heart after sucking you in, excerpt of shirley jackson's trial by combat.
and just in case it take even more to get past that previous travesty, shitload of fela kuti albums here.
decent piece on everest telfer jr., local legend, piece of we culture, who just the other day was inveigling me to go dancing@51degrees and cyah possibly be dead, jes so, jes so...more local cultural history, the literal+figurative shift of desperadoes panside, plus more, caribbean beat's pieces on history of carnival and our major mas-makers.
and photos of the black british experience of my parents' era, simply because we need to see weself more, and plus telfer woulda approve...
art+science making cool visuals, mri-scan gifs of produce...
solid infographic based on hollywood's oscar-influence that bottomlines the need for diversity in the arts, but really, in everyting...
and on social issues, in case anybody looking for an excellently simple+funny consent analogy that non-obnoxiously highlights the ridiculousness of refusing to understand the issue.
plantation economics and big-up marshawn for defying them and making me give a shit about someting happening in american football since the other day when i 1st had cause to blog both marshawn+masman.
and because, just because, this 9lb multitool-with-pistol[!] actually exists, and for more funny, women rejecting proposals in western art history.
this trailer shows up the lack of production values and other issues that plague trini original run+gun flick welcome to warlock, but i think as a trailer, it doing it's wuk, and well, so big-up

and now just read this [shivanee send me] by danez smith:
alternate names for black boys
1. smoke above the burning bush
2. archnemesis of summer night
3. first son of soil
4. coal awaiting spark & wind
5. guilty until proven dead
6. oil heavy starlight
7. monster until proven ghost
8. gone
9. phoenix who forgets to un-ash
10. going, going, gone
11. gods of shovels & black veils
12. what once passed for kindling
13. fireworks at dawn
14. brilliant, shadow hued coral
15. (I thought to leave this blank but who am I to name us nothing?)
16. prayer who learned to bite & sprint
17. a mother’s joy & clutched breath

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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

fff#51

again, late, but my live performances weekend gone are more than reason enough, and weekend coming i get to challenge meself simply to meet fff deadlines for a change, ent? i gather this trigger a little tough but figure alla-we down for a challenge, right...so my attempt@ flash fiction friday #51 [inclusion] trigger; moss, loss, floss, gloss, boss:

the actual last dance eh the one the dj announce. is come right after, your ears straining slightly for loss of volume because sound system packing up, lights turn on and brooms appear and if you were at all blivious you’d clock level cut-eye levelled your way from all paid to be there who want you gone, but you wrap up like a roti in this dance, the deep, slow, tight, quiet, intense wine of bodies not ready to be separated…
some nights the music just take you, carry you somewhere unknown, ecstatic, and you eh know how you reach or come back or wha’ happen in between but you feel the dancing in your bones still after music stop; movement spirit your self away to parts unheard-of, sneaking past ti-marie’s trap snapping shut, under soucouyant skin hide up in silk-cotton tree, not just behind god back but further beyond to places, spaces, where drum alone is heartbeat, feet follow hips without feeling the shift from solid wood to mossy earth to not even touching ground anymore, senses aloft and the world spinning only to the rhythm you dancing…
and some nights when you reaching out there if another energy reaching out into the universe too it can lift you higher, sweeping along with yours and raising the vibes and you dance the outer edges of infinity, ever-expanding, all light+sound, until the dj call…
and then you guide each other’s journey back, sweat-drenched, glossy-eyed, breathing ragged like exhausted masqueraders just cross the stage, floss wilted now, feathers drooping and beads buss ‘way, but tired with gladness, never sadness, except for the knowing you back in reality now and the bossman say, party done.

walk good.

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so much energy, so much poetry.

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Friday, April 17, 2015

flash fiction friday #51

right on time; flash fiction friday #51 [inclusions]trigger: moss, loss, floss, gloss, boss.

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to the deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.

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Blogger sweet trini said...

in+done+posted@ http://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2015/04/fff51.html (nex' on mainpage of this blog) and cyah wait to read allyuh...walk good.

12:14 p.m.  

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Wednesday, April 15, 2015

fff#50

late again, but hopefully never never and always worthwhile; this one i scrapped completely and restarted from scratch but think i might like now, opening with the trigger, flash fiction friday #50:

redlight…all the time in the world…my head fills with noise, ideas dancing in from all directions+dimensions at once, declaring themselves all at once, justifying themselves, pointing out their connectedness to the story, their organicness, intrinsicness, immediacy, what doors+windows they might throw open, closets’ dark corners they could illuminate, in that intrusive, almost rude way they can have, that insistence on themselves to the exclusion of others…certain ideas can be very selfish sometimes, at least until they find themselves committed to page, even in draft, when they can relax enough to allow exploration of/with/through others…
thoughts show off their inherent wit, or darkness, because the ones loitering in my headspace know i like that kinna ting, know i like twisty+strange…my shoulder starts to twitch, elbow contracts, hand on steeringwheel jumping slightly, ghosting motions i can barely wait to reach home+execute. words pour into my consciousness, waterfall, avalanche, whisper, roar in my mind+ears; hands itching to capture them and lay them out in order for eyes to read back…
greenlight…
go.

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Friday, April 10, 2015

flash fiction friday #50

this week's lateness not my fault, i swear: blame tstt! and trinidad's general attitude to such problems as our phone+internet access suddenly+inexplicably going down, with unerringly terrible timing. sorry for the hour down, but all is not lost; we still reach.
oh, and industrious folks asking about archiving these fff triggers with the pieces written for each [yay!] and i clean forget to say until now, but now pressed for time; read the rules of engagement fully and you'll find a system built in, ready to use and even possible to backlink weeks past, so now look flash fiction friday #50 [inclusion] trigger: redlight...all the time in the world...

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to the deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.

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OpenID dwbrunton said...

Soooo...here's mine
https://douglaswadebrunton.wordpress.com/2015/04/11/redlight-all-the-time-in-the-world-ff50/

12:37 p.m.  
Blogger keifel said...

short and bitter

7:38 p.m.  
Blogger sweet trini said...

done+posted@ http://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2015/04/fff50.html
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5:42 p.m.  

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Tuesday, April 07, 2015

fff#49

is level lateness, i know, but i liking what come this rounds; look my flash fiction friday #49:
as soon as you finally start to relax...as you think you can finally dare to breathe again, dare to let the universe register your existence again as you done do them deeds done only under darknight, this is the moment of vulnerability, the moment you need to protect. you are hunter, stalker, alpha claiming her prize, but in the moment after he scream [in the distance], exhausted, worn by eternity, you doubt what you do, doubt your existence warrants this destruction...you might know what you are but not why, or how, know what you must do but not what happens if you don’t…death? possible? who knows? what you know you know is to feed your appetite and desire, and squash the guilt of sating them.
every existence have its rhythm, yours no less for being impossible; death part of life’s cycle, the unborn+undead trapped in an endless loop until/unless the right obeah pushpull them to a next plane. you struggle against stagnation in 3dimensions, the inconvenient collision of hoof+hip in spacetime forcing you to align your consummations with moon-movements while watching your monthly cycle for sign of the child you hunt to sire.
the moment you relax, his scream fading in the distance, he seeps out of you and your need starts to build again…

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Friday, April 03, 2015

flash fiction friday #49

not always there when you want but [hopefully] always on time...knowing i'd be en route to (or in) guayaguayare today i actually manage to remember to schedule this trigger (as i know some new folks falling in: anytime i doh specify, trigger's a starter) and feeling very chuffed about it.
look flash fiction friday #49 trigger: as soon as you finally start to relax...

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to the deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.

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Blogger victoria raschke said...

And done. Let's hope this means I'm back on the wagon. http://arsculinaria.net/?p=454

5:25 p.m.  
Blogger keifel said...

posting here as well as fb - faff#49

8:25 a.m.  
Blogger sweet trini said...

done+posted on this blog; http://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2015/04/fff49.html
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8:27 a.m.  

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Monday, March 30, 2015

fff#47+#48

so playing medea (greek tragedy, not tyler perry, and knowing me should mean you eh need to ask) is a valid reason for failing las' fff and thus combining las' trigger [#47...a slip of the lip...] with the current fff#48, right? i make meself use them in order given as part of maintaining the challenge, and once i done+post i finally get to read wha' everybody else write, las' rounds+now, so i going+read; look my flash fiction fridays #47+#48 [inclusion trigger; dream(s), stone(s), key(s), orange(s), lime(s/ing/etc.)]:

she smile, and that was all it took, a slip of the lip, tiniest flash of white teeth when he unexpectedly catch her eye, smallest, sweetest hint of a blush and he was gone, head over heels, party done; all other contenders cease to exist…and it was the smoothest slip+slide he ever ride, into her mind, her thighs, her life.
3years in reality rule the roost, complacency become the way, settling in setting in, wondering if her beautiful eye starting to stray, seeing other wannabe-lovers trying to make time, he worrying, studying if he losing his grip. he ask question, she start to trip. tension surfacing, dissatisfaction, discord, he dreaming she scheming, he paranoid. he want her under lock+key but she not playing that so now he scheming and she eh even dreaming he could move so cold, heart like rockstone, to try keep she home he soak 1side of every pair of shoes she own. she come back in to the 5gallon bucket just inside the front door and plans for the night wash out.
now every time she want to lime with the girls is something: water gone so she cyah bathe, alarm mysteriously fail so she eh wake, he supposed to drop her somewhere and reach too late; the only time she getting through is date-nights with the man and she getting suspicious about what really going on. but how to prove he jumbieing she scene?
she know she have no outside ting no matter wha’ he think so she decide she go give the goat rope and tell him, boat cruise with the girls friday evening, and after is casino the rest of the night; is bernadette birthday and we pumping...
she give plenty notice so he could plot how to keep she from going out; whole week she wondering what he will try this rounds. from friday morning she checking everything: he staring in the fridge, she sniffing her eggs and orange juice; he washing wares, she making sure she’s the only one making her lunch; he looking for a shirt, she filling the bucket so she could bathe later even if water gone…but he moving normal and nothing visibly wrong.
work done and she reach home to find water in the tap, current running and all wardrobe intact. she so expecting something she even check the iron working and that and all safe so she figure is better she hurry up and bathe.
she standing under the shower soaping her face, studying wha’ he go do, circling her neck with suds and considering how she should move, scrubbing behind her ears, not expecting it old-school, when he rush in, cutlass in hand, bawling, “i go do for you!”

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Friday, March 27, 2015

flash fiction friday #48 (sorry i late again. trini ting, nah)

i only now realise when i come to organise this week's trigger that las' week i reeeaaalll fail, and misnumber our fff as #45 when it shoulda be #47; i went back+edit accordingly, with note to inform folks, and although i triggering late again this week (so sorry!) we officially back on track now...
i also entirely fail to fff las' week; playing medea was everyting and left no headspace for other characters+stories for the hour, so this week i challenging meself to incorporate both las'+this week's triggers; thus, sans further ado, flash fiction friday #48, again an inclusion trigger: dream(s), stone(s), key(s), orange(s), lime(s/ing/etc.)
[in addition to possible plurals, orange+lime to be used in any context/meaning each writer sees fit, from fruit to colour to trini-verb/noun]

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to the deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.

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Anonymous Mystie said...

Written and posted.

https://www.facebook.com/notes/mys-tee/fff-48/10152683658787407

2:15 p.m.  
Blogger sweet trini said...

in+done, mainpage of this blog...walk good.

12:52 p.m.  
Blogger sweet trini said...

oh! mine@ http://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2015/03/fff4748.html
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5:44 p.m.  

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Friday, March 20, 2015

flash fiction friday #47 [post-posting edit; wrongly numbered fff now fixed]

apologies for my tardiness; got caught up getting caught up, so lemme at least get right up; back by popular demand, this week's inclusion trigger: "...a slip of the lip..."

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to the deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.

[post-posting edit: a full week later, coming to post new trigger, i now realise i had misnumbered this fff trigger and have now changed it from previously labelled #45 to be accurate, #47]

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Read the FFF and instantly wrote might be the only way I make this deadline...ever smh

https://www.facebook.com/notes/mys-tee/fff45/10152670834592407?pnref=story

1:28 a.m.  
Blogger keifel said...

Written and posted at the blog

11:13 p.m.  
Blogger sweet trini said...

done in combination with following fff trigger @ http://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2015/03/fff4748.html

5:46 p.m.  

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Saturday, February 28, 2015

...and a 1st

last of the shortest month, 9pm-ish, new machine in my lap, this moment a 1st in a series...1st album, i intentionally waited to listen to d'angelo's black messiah, and sooo glad glad glad waiting also facilitated the particular company i got to enjoy+feel it with, 1st flick was gifted by my boys and they choose just right for me...1st email will be jj, after this post, and my heart soars with anticipation typing those words...
machine actually reach immediately pre-carnival, hence the stretching out of these 1sts starting postjouvay, which was such an amazingly glorious one i have no words except, "give thanks+praises, for a rawkus morning..." and big-up doctor dj rawkus for saving my life time+again, that song, that song, that song; the canals gifted me a wondrous season and i needed it, needed exactly what warrenman wanted from me, as always, us working together giving me life...
much else a gwan but, so emotional and that shit hard, so when better processed, perhaps...meanwhile, ting to read[+listen]: 7stories by junot diaz [plus bonus ting to listen+watch because when cody chestnutt get it right, he's hit hard, and i feeling both song+video this postjouvay]

new machine, dread; we on like a socks! plenty posts, sooncome...
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Monday, February 02, 2015

a last...

sad that 2weeks+change ago i say new machine en route and today i still waiting, but we won't dwell on that. this is what i firmly believe will actually be the last post from this machine, an attempt to archive some tabs before i lose them with the hardware. me eh even know how/if[!] these links fit together but we going through hard regardless; information rules. in no particular order:
i know i post about building modular mobile phones the other day, and i like how tings shaping up with this google project ara doing exactly wha' i waiting for...
interesting information about gendered world populations and the reasons behind differing gender gaps. feel like story material, no?
dread. complete switch. the other day, i actually meet manu chao (the ever-enigmatic) because he liming in trini. he come our 2nd-to-las' backyard jam, was singing along to canals' songs halfway into the set, and days later was in our little blue studio upstairs, recording a track with we boys warrenman+roger+stanny + cut+clear...and a handful of us know who manu is and too fucking excited but to most of trini he just a random, relatively inconspicuous dude liming in the blackyard, in the big black box on a carnival friday night...
brief clip of speech sounds; gorgeous movement i cyah wait to see the rest of from makeda.
and speaking of movement, visuals of sex and the human body in action from inside an mri machine; very cool.
the title of this piece says it all; my roommate didn't replace the toiler paper, so i wrote a shakespearean tragedy dedicated to him.
in carnival and local pop culture news, i gave up on scorch magazine's articles ages ago, but bounce up this 1 the other day and was pleasantly surprised; where all dem woman does come from daddayyy?! well done.
striking back against revenge porn, social commentary from the real world; reclaiming her body+image; 1st link to her written story; 2nd link to an interview with link to her [consenting]photo-essay.
and videos to end; 1 for mere curiosity because this girl's foot exercises immediately struck me as being sooo slooow, but before i could even wonder why i realise the articulateness of her feet (this bitch have toes like fingers! swear!) and the intense focus on their movement made me feel like i was watching foot-porn, dread...now i'm intrigued by whether she knows...maybe it all slooow for spiiite...but seriously, toes like fingers; a bizarrely-compelling watch...

and this poem, her delivery, just yes...

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Friday, January 16, 2015

before it deader than dead...

so new machine finally en route, but yesterday the current dying dinosaur do someting that make me feel it might dead completely before new ting reach, so as nobody seem to be fffing but me right now, lemme right-quick clear the few open tabs before this ting crash+burn for good and take the unarchived with it...
straight up useful and deserving of easy-access; how to write a scene (john august).
a good read, by a good friend [big-up ayo!] about design, and design in a place like sweet t+t...
another good read, that i want to say nothing about but the title: the curious case of lupe fiasco.
an[other read] unexpected but sweet follow to recent minshall linkage, this one for posterity and love of knowing we cultural history, lord of the dance...
as we gone visual, i enjoy that sexy comes bigger than size12...
and to end with a complete shift, not from visual but from sexy; i just love her expression and what "she built" and this piece of lego marketing (totally worth biggening the image)...
walk good.

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