All posts by Jessie Gutierrez

Misplaced Missive #34 – Over You

I need to get over you, I don’t even know how I got here.
Seems impossible to be anywhere elsewhere
‘Cause this impulse is entirely instinctual
Don’t misconstrue my meaning; it’s not merely physical
It’s total.
Everything you are, even the aspects that confuse:
Every opinion, Every action, Every defect,
Everything you are and nothing you are not
You are my paradigm of perfect. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #34 – Over You

15 on the 15th: Where the Arizona moon met the Arizona sun

State Motto: Ditat Deus
… And when that fails, music does the job for him.

Disclaimer: The sun is setting early, the night rising up and defeating the day after minimal battle. ‘Tis brooding conditions methinks. This playlist reflects that mood.

Chester Bennington

Of Linkin Park, Of Stone Temple Pilots, Of Dead By Sunrise. The hole he left remains.

Black Carl

Out of Tempe. Continue reading 15 on the 15th: Where the Arizona moon met the Arizona sun

Weekly Writing Challenge #165 – Tanka of Doubt

Woot. The Secret Keeper posted a new challenge on Monday. The key was to use Rough, Gate, Rag, Hip, and Wine in either flash fiction or a poem in a style of your choosing. I chose the Tanka.

Here’s my offering:

Doubt

Would I choose water
Over wine? A too rough truth
Over a smooth lie?
The gate to more is a red
Rag flown from a corpse’s hip.

Jessie Gutierrez

 

Rewrites and Erasure: Aka I Loved This, But Now Must Say Goodbye FOREVER

Lovely readers, guess who is editing and crying and hitting the ‘delete’ button allllll over her brightly painted world of words?? Yup, me. It’s terrible. The figurative worst. (The literal worst is taxes.) And yet, here I am, chugging through and changing all these things I once held so dear. Continue reading Rewrites and Erasure: Aka I Loved This, But Now Must Say Goodbye FOREVER

Misplaced Missive #31 – Shell

Blank ceiling silently staring down
at me
Lying motionless
lethargic
apathetic
static
It’s all white noise

Empty and colorless
What reason is there to continue?
No one gets the dreams they pursue
No one loves the people they do
No one enjoys the path they choose Continue reading Misplaced Missive #31 – Shell