Words and Pieces

"cuckoo" by Beth Achenbach Tick tock,  tick tock, time is up on last year. Drink, drink  drunk, thunk farewell. See the clock, fake the cheer. Chin up,  huff puff, tug of life, silent roar. Bow down,  to rise again. Heal toe, heal toe, soar. Tick tock,  tick tock, begin hefty quest. Press reset,  try again. Still the heart beat the chest. Tick tick  thump thump eyes open,  dawn’s light. New year now,  older you. Tick tock,  tick tock,  fight!

I wrote this poem after spending an hour with a few of my female artistic friends.  We discussed poetry, art, life, and when I got home I felt this overwhelming feeling of inspiration and joy!  Yes!  Joy!  It's like we all shared our energy while we were together.  I just had to write my feelings down.  The words came out of me so easily thinking of my own Sisters and the friends I consider to be Sisters from other Misters.  I wrote the poem in one sitting and a few weeks later I got the idea to record my voice reading it and create a video using photos.  I put a call out on my facebook feed and asked female friends to send me photos of themselves with their Sisters or with their BFFs that they considered Sisters or with women they were inspired by.  The ladies sent me some great images and I used a bunch of my own for fill ins to create this video.  This is definitely one of those labor of love or labor of inspiration times.  Please watch and share!  Words are posted below.

©Beth Achenbach 2016 Wrapped up in devices. My mind is... burnt out from the wires.

Tuesday, November 8, 2016 I sat on the couch Election Night feeling more anxiety than I had ever known.  I didn’t want to believe what was happening but there it was right before my eyes, the electoral map, on my local NBC channel looking like someone wrapped it in red Christmas paper.  I tried to stay hopeful and kept repeating in my head "Hillary, Hillary, Hillary".  I managed a quick nap around midnight, holding out hope that Lovey would wake me up and say “She did it, Hillary is President!” but it never happened.  I woke up about 15 minutes later and it ended up that I was the one nudging her awake around 1am/1:30 saying “let’s go to bed, it’s not looking good” just after they called Florida to the other side.  So we frumped our way upstairs to bed where I lay wide awake for a long time with my mind all a whir. The next day I was feeling very disappointed so I limited my social media browsing and did not watch the news except to see Hillary’s speech, which made me cry.  

Monday is back! Another day, another chance to start again… a beginning… a forward start into a new week, a push into the unknown. Monday gets a bum wrap, a kick in the ass, it gets a little bullied and is dreaded by so many. Monday is a bad hair day… Not enough coffee in the world day… “you look tired” day I’m here but I’m not here, going through the motions kind of day. Just press “auto pilot” day. Did u have a good weekend? What did you do this weekend? Do anything exciting over the weekend? How are you doing? It’s a too many questions kind of day! On Monday you need: A wake up call. A seat on the train. An intravenous with a caffeine drip. Celia Cruz on itunes. A feel good mantra taped to your forehead. Chocolate... and one of those stress reducing squeezy balls With a smiley face. Songs have been written about Mondays. There is “Long Monday”, “Blue Monday” “Monday, Monday” and “Manic Monday” “Wish it were Sunday cause that’s my fun day” But Mondays have to come. They are unavoidab

Today I climbed into my clothes on auto pilot  unaware of size or color or flair. My mind is elsewhere, slipped into a shadow, not wanting to take part in life currently. i’m just along for the ride. A passenger to my mind while at the wheel. This trip to nowhere is slow  and the grey scenery is  speckled with blue as we pass bits of me that i thought I wouldn't see again. It’s an awkward, familiar, comfort like driving by the sign welcoming me  to my home state. A heart pang then remembering there was a reason I left. A nod of the head with the knowledge I am only visiting for a short time. I recline my seat close my eyes and don't give a fuck where my mind takes me today. 10.27.2016  I wrote this poem after arriving at work today. I plopped down at my desk and thought about how I pretty much climbed in my clothes this morning and the next thing I knew I was at work! I was completely on auto pilot!  It's a

Chocolate, I love it!  These days dark chocolate. Day or night, morning or afternoon I'll eat it! I keep a stash at work and we have a stash at home. One brand I'm quite fond of is called Chocolove  out of Boulder, Colorado. Yes! Made in the U.S.A! I could give you a list of my other favorite brands of chocolate bars but I think that might be a longer blog post for another time! What I like so much about the Chocolove is their chocolate is smooth, wonderful and I like the squares it is divided into, easy to break, easy to eat! No this isn't a paid advert, hold on, I'm getting to the point! They have great packaging that makes it a good choice when gifting a bar to someone with the added bonus of a poem on the inside wrapper!  I believe my wife gave me my first bar, or did I give it to her? Anyway, I love to read the poems inside! Lately I've been craving chocolate at a higher rate than normal so I just finished up a bar of their RICH DARK  65%(so good) and it had a