Monthly Archives: August 2013



Once the cake had been served now was the time of the evening where everyone was filled with sugar compounded with numerous drinks of alcohol, that some had been enjoying since the early afternoon.  Not being much of a drinker, she got a thrill and countless internal chuckles watching the awkward interactions unfold around her.  This eased the flow of her mood throughout the party as she was encountered with each blow delivered during each conversation.

First, it was her sister, “look at those shoes, I told you should buy some new ones those big honkers make you look like a man and you should dress a little better show off some of this bod you have.”

Then it was her friend “Why haven’t you called me, I called you.”

“I was out of town, remember?” Amber said knowing she knew she was out of town but went through the routine anyway.

“Yeah, I know, I just miss you when you are gone, you don’t ever seem to be around.”  Replying with a half-smile, though not really meaning it.

“What about this week, I am free all week, oh sorry I can’t how about on the 14th

Amber looks blankly at her as she says this date almost 2 full weeks away and replies with a hopefully gesture of understanding her choices. “That is when I am going to Philly, though I am free the following week.”

“I wish you could get together on the 14th that is really the only day I am available.”  Her friend says pleadingly.

Without saying anything Amber thinks, and they say I am the one who is inflexible.  Seeing that they have gotten nowhere and know they will go nowhere with this, Amber grabs her hand as a way to diverge the topic from the usual dancing of dates and show that she is interested in her friend as a friend, so they find a place to sit down to talk.  Instead of sitting together her friend changes who is leading and they find this guy, she clearly would have no interest in.

He was at most in his early 20’s a boy really maybe late 20’s, 26, 27 but couldn’t be older than that a baby really and not her type in the least.  A set up that happens at almost every gathering where she is expected to hook up with him and eventually they will marry.  It made her sick that this was their choice today and everyday they played matchmaker.

As usual he was probably a decent person but was way too young though, better than the beer belly stench ridden person in their forty’s, their last bit of bait for her, or how about the garbage man in his 60’s who turned out to be an alcoholic.  Really searching the bottom of the barrel for her perfect guy.  To be nice she had dates with them all, to show she would go along and at least try and also show she wasn’t playing hard to get, picky Victoria, or unreasonable social recluse.  Each one always turning out to be failures completely, not only that she felt horrible doing it because she knew she wouldn’t have gone out with any of them in the first place if it wasn’t for their pressure to settle her down.

They were on a roll tonight, so far the way I dress, my job, dating, what was next, just then she knew she didn’t have to ask because here were her parents coming as a pair, all smiles.

“I thought you were going to get that new car”, my mother starts the conversation.

“I like the my car.”  Knowing this is the same conversation they have had pretty much since she bought her used Ford Aspire a few years ago.

“Didn’t the tire blow last week?”  Dad chimes in, using his man to man talking voice.

“Yes, there was a tire that popped, though I was able to fix that.”  She replied happily.

“Really that is the 4th problem you have had with it this month.”  Already almost exasperated, her mother says with a slightly raise tone.

“It will have to wait I can’t afford a new car and really I prefer the car I have.”  Trying to ease the conversation anyway she can she just replies cheerfully.

“I thought you were making good money?” in that demanding, I am disappointed in you tone, my mother speaks clearly.

Still being cheerful Amber replies, “Yes, I am but I still have many financial responsibilities.”

“You know you could live by us it is cheaper and we could help you.”  Dad says hopefully.

“I know but I like where I live.”  Firm and generally happy about her response, for the evening was well rounded now, there wasn’t one subject left uncovered.

She wanted to find a way to stop the questioning, the interrogation of the FBI as she referred to it.  It wasn’t actually the Federal Bureau of Investigation, even though it had the same initials, to her it stood for the Family Badger Inquisitions.  Something she avoided when she could.  Knowing though she couldn’t leave the party early, for if she did, she wasn’t spending quality time with the family or was being a baby.  As a result, she just looked for another out, just a way to be free, a break, until the inevitable next set of questions.  She simply told her parents that she left her drink outside and wanted to go get it and left.

Walking back outside she saw the guy with whom she had helped rescue the birdie.  He was tall though not too tall.  What is tall for a guy anyway, her mind wandered 6 feet, just past 6 feet what was it, when does the general population start thinking a man is tall?  Anyways he had a slender, sturdy build.  Dressed decent not over the top but not scruffy either.  Strange how he could look elegant even though his clothes were well worn.  He had resumed playing the game, there was quite a bit of people she didn’t know playing badminton her sister or Jimmy must have joined a new club or something.  That was the last she remembered of him until today here at her presentation gazing right at her.



a few minutes
a couple of hours
some days
over the weekend
an old fashion furlough

time passes by

a hesitation
take ten
a siesta
a day off
a calendar month

time passes by

just a second
pause for a meal
sleep on it
within the week
over a season

time passes by

blind interactions
missed opportunities
when it is right
this is your chance
perfect timing

don’t let time pass you by

-Jennie Nawrocki



rolling notes
melodic melodies
bellowing sounds
through vibrations
amongst instruments
revealing emotions
alongside lyrics
sung in rhythms
filling the senses
enlivening nerves
responding simultaneously
body movements
catching the beat
reverberating out of speakers
souls rejoice
when music plays

-Jennie Nawrocki



vigorous strokes of the hand
leaving ink streamed in lines
revealing everything
the mind has to offer
purged of details
as you turn the page
feeling impressions
of words meticulously placed
bringing comfort
as another page coated
with new experiences
in their forwardness
for one can’t stay
on the same page
for phrases evolve
as people grow

-Jennie Nawrocki

Transistor Radio


scrambled communication
blocking transmission
clearly for listening

transistor radio
what can you tell me?
what do I need to know?
emit intelligible sounds

used in an emergency
buzzing with feedback
twirling knobs

transistor radio
what can you tell me?
what do I need to know?
emit intelligible sounds

lengthen the antenna
move it around for ultimate reception
take it here, hold it there

transistor radio
what can you tell me?
what do I need to know?
emit intelligible sounds
emit intelligible sounds
emit intelligible sounds
transistor radio

-Jennie Nawrocki



without hope
without dreams
without hurt
she is lost
without family
without friends
without anyone
she is lost
without direction
without purpose
without skill
she is lost
in utter defeat she cries
what did I do?
left with nothing
she remains lost

-Jennie Nawrocki



empty is the brain
apathetic are the emotions
hollow is the core
just a puppet
waiting for instructions
adding to the calendar
schedules of shows
just a puppet
pictures for the masses
publicly displaying
highlights of discussion
just a puppet
an icon of imagery
molded for fans
screaming “we want more”
is it just a puppet?

-Jennie Nawrocki



wanting a dream
needing reality
carving tomorrow
frames today
thoughts of plans
without expectation
focus on survival
motivational things
guiding the individual
humanity based upon
being, doing, living
moments supporting
each other in our
many needs

-Jennie Nawrocki



silly how it all came out
a word written here and there
deception everywhere
what was it really all about?

vengeance fueled going haywire
tortures guided aimlessly
finding others willingly
though others were for hire

thinking they know what’s right
blinded and deaf from desire
forgetting nothing matches for sure
only the lies they write

the stories and coincidences fabricated
through set ups and entrapment
realizing that it was never real
themselves guilty through their own deeds

-Jennie Nawrocki