Wacky Wednesday: August 12

Today is an unusual day for Wacky Wednesday. I say this because the words and holidays are unusual. Our first word is Gabelle. A noun referring to an unpopular tax on salt in France. It began in the mid-14th century lasting until 1790 in the midst of the French Revolution. Napoleon Bonaparte reinstated this tax in 1806. It was terminated then reinstated again and finally abolished in 1945. Salt was used for cooking, preserving food, making cheese, and raising livestock making the salt tax the most hated tax in France.

Our next word is Halfpace. This noun has a few meanings. It can be another name for footpace. It can be a small stage on which something stands; like a throne or an altar. It can also be a landing at the top of a flight of stairs before the stairs turn and ascend in the opposite direction. With the stairs definition, one can think of it as a floor between floors.

For our holidays this week, we only have one that’s related to food. Today is National Julienne Fries Day. Julienne Fries are sometimes called shoestring fries and they refer to a specific type of cut for the skinny sliced potatoes. The look like matchsticks. This was also a method for cutting different vegetables for soups. Today is also National Vinyl Record Day, National Middle Child Day, and Congressional Startup Day (changes annually). Startup Day celebrates small business startups and helps entrepreneurs connect with their lawmakers. So, are you a middle child? Do you still have vinyl records? Today is the day to buy more.

Tuesday Poetry: Existence is Futile

I never had trouble
Making friends
I can talk to
Almost anyone
Putting forth the
Time and effort
To connect with them
That part’s hard – 
Maybe it’s not about
Effort or motivation
Maybe connecting takes time
And no one wants to
Put that time towards me – 
The few close friends
I’ve had
They let me down
Or disappear
I have no support system
Strangers have kinder
Words to say
Than people I’ve known
For years – 
I just want to
Feel important
To someone

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

Poetry Monday: Empty Desires

She knows how I stare
But says nothing
She will never
Look at me that way
I’m not her desire
But she is mine

Why does she put
Up with me
I may never know
Does she only enjoy
The attention
Am I being used

I see how she walks
And moves and bends
I dream of exploring
Her body with mine
Craving her touch
Making her excited

Hearing her heavy breaths
Her lips against mine
Sucking her tongue
Her legs around my waist
Do I crave her or
The touch of anyone

And there is the
Confusion with a crush
Do you want them
Or anyone
Are you just tired
Of feeling alone

What is this desire
For another
Person’s embrace
Why does its absence
Leave you feeling
Empty

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.