Day 43 – Much to Say

Oh,
I don’t have
much to say
anymore.

You sortof reach a point
when you’ve said
thousands of things
and slowly they morph into
thousands of thoughts
that you watch glide by
like fish in the doctor’s office.

It’s not to say nothing matters;
but saying things just to get ears,
just to feel important,
just to build a following,
just to get your angst out-
that doesn’t matter.

Maybe you’ll sell a few coffee mugs.
Maybe even a book.

You could stand in front of a microphone
and feel
that you’ve earned it,
you could grab all eyes,
they could say your words
were the best words,
the greatest words they ever
shared on Instagram

but

words
on their own
have never
done

a single thing.

As someone who’s said
thousands of things,
I haven’t done
a whole lot.

So anymore,
I haven’t got
much to say.

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Breaking: Woman Surprised to Find OkCupid Date Interesting

A young woman in Central Florida is ecstatic to report that for the first time, one of her OkCupid dates turned out to be interesting. Ashley, 23, has been using the dating site for a few months, but until now the results have been meager.

“It’s usually just been guys wanting to talk about books and movies and stuff,” she says. “A couple of the really boring ones were into stuff like philosophy, life goals, and social issues, but like, ew.”

Not so with her most recent date, Sean, 25.

“Sean was like hay in a haystack, or whatever that phrase is. He was really different and soo interesting! He talked about CrossFit for like an hour, and even showed me his special weightlifting shoes.”

Other topics of conversation reportedly included Sean’s childhood dog, Sean’s favorite kind of cereal, the origin of the scar on Sean’s knee, and how cool it would be to be abducted by aliens.

“I mean, I couldn’t really chime in on any of that stuff, but just listening to him talk was fascinating. Plus he totally didn’t mind that I was playing Tetris on my phone throughout dinner. Win!”

When contacted for comment, Sean told reporters a story about the time he discovered that he actually does like Korean food. When pressed again for comment about Ashley, he assured us that she’s “totally chill.”

Looks like love wins again, folks.

Year 2: Day 123 – Permission

Don’t ask me if they’re any good,
the words you pressed into my hand-
I can’t give you permission.

I can tell you if your package is presentable,
and in what manner it was received-
but will you still give lopsided gifts
with crooked bows
if I tell you they are?

A magazine can tell you if you’re lucrative,
and it might sing like heaven to hear it
or sting like hell-
but will you still work for free if they tell you
you’re not worth a cent?

Have you not earned the right to speak
by being alive and having something to say?
And if I tell you to write because I think you should
would you write what I wanted to hear?

You must give yourself permission
because the rest of the universe already has-

What flower hasn’t died for you to stand there wavering,
waiting for permission to timidly assert
that in some worlds it was red
and some worlds grey?

What English teacher has not at his core
some desire to give more than paper permission,
to raise up more than nervous doormats
vying for praise?

What injustice hasn’t gone on long enough
before you finally stand up
and call it what it is?

No one gives us permission for that-
you must permit yourself to be.
Only then will you have the courage
to keep on speaking
when the world won’t hear.

Year 2: Day 102 – Puppies

I hear what they say about me,
they say I collect puppies.
Meh, it could be worse.

I could actually believe
that the hunt is all that matters.
I could get upset when them girls close the windows,
they don’t want me runnin’ with their boys no more,
when them boys get uptight when they read the wrong sign
about this business be closed or open,
when they call my only friends puppies.

It don’t heat me none.
But a lot of the world’s missin’ a beautiful thing:
when a woman can rest her head
on the shoulder of a man
and he ain’t a puppy
and she ain’t afraid
and it’s nothin’ else,
nothin’ to read.

I could live a full life like that.
Hear ’em talk I’m the only one,
and maybe that’s why it looks
the way it does.

Radio Interview with The Magic Happens on Blog Talk Radio

I hope everyone had a great Christmas holiday yesterday- I know I did, and am now looking forward to a great new start in 2015!

I had a lovely chat today with blog reader Annette Rochelle Aben on her radio show The Magic Happens, chit-chatting about my book, Candy Pizza, this blog, and my perspective on writing, education, my job as a librarian, kids, my upcoming projects, etc. It was a lot of fun and, since I’ve never been on a radio show before, a check on my bucket list!

If you’ve got some extra time today while you’re relaxing off your Christmas-cookie coma, check out my interview and some of the other cool stuff at The Magic Happens.

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/themagichappens/2014/12/26/charlotte-cuevas-and-candy-pizza-on-tell-me-a-story

Thanks to Annette for inviting me onto the show!

Blessings and happy reading,
Char

Year 2: Day 65 – Things Worth Saying

When you’re young and you don’t recognize cliches,
everything you have to say is brand new
and so important because no one’s ever said it,
and you’re pointing out all these things
like teenage Seinfeld:
“How has no one noticed that coffee
just makes you more tired? Am I right?!”

And then you get to where I am now
and think you can tell people
what it’s like to be past all that
like young Buddah,
or some wise geezer in a twenty-something body:
“When you’re young and you don’t recognize cliches,
everything you have to say is brand new.”

But I’ve been listening around for the ones
who actually have something worth saying,
and I’m not sure but I think
they’re quiet for a reason.
I think it must be like
shrinking exponentially:
the more you want to say,
the shorter your sentences,
until you’re gone.

And blabbermouths will blubber
around your grave
and you’ve got the ultimate
reigning silence
and it doesn’t bother you.

Day 268 – Where The Conversation Ends

The conversation ends
when we have simply had enough
of debating and poring over the fact
that we’ve got a problem to solve.

The conversation ends
because we’ve got our own lives
to get back to
and we will not risk discomfort
within the circles of our worlds.

The conversation ends
because the truth is tiresome work,
requiring more commitment
than we’re willing to expend.

But where the conversation ends
our complacency takes root,
putting to the side those difficult things
we’d rather just avoid.

Where the conversation ends,
our folly begins,
and our world a silent hell
for the children.