Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Anxiety by Kaylie Hayter



It starts as nothing, a little paper-thin pull right under the breast

bone, too far in to itch. I try to breath it out of me, blow it away

    with the gusting of my forceful lungs, but it spirals. It grows,

        feeds off my air and turns it against me. Perpetuated by my

           effort, it plugs my throat and twists up to my eyes. My

               lungs are capped, screwed shut. There is not enough air

                    in this room, building, block, town, state, country

                        for me to gulp down. It turns into sublime weather
     
                  raging inside my chest, ripping apart the town of safety
         
            and security I have built upon the surface of my diaphragm.

           My safe cars are thrown back, my calm roofs are torn up,

          my secure stairs are left dangling. Destruction

           coming from nothing. My funnel of fear is made

            of paper-thin worry and built-up breath.

                   And even after the storm’s wake is

                          swept up and buried away,

                                  a worried whisper of wind

                                         tugs at the paper-thin

                                                 strings connecting

                                                           each and every

                                                                   rib inside of

                                                                       me.

Friday, February 28, 2014

An Ode to Video Games

By special request from my husband Perry Craig Hayter, I present to you: 

An Ode to Video Games 

A polite and gracious nod to Nintendo and to Sony,
My only beef with them is that they're taking all my money. 
The problem that I have, you see, is with a different set,
Those damned Italian plumbers and their damsel in distress. 

Don't even get me started on how hard it is to find
That Zelda they're all looking for in oca-something-time.
If Blizzard would produce their games without so much delay,
My husband wouldn't waste his time on NBA2K.

Those gory zombie shooters sure all look the same to me,
And what's a "free roam map" and an "online PVP?"
That World of Warcraft sure is long; it takes over your life,
And that's why all the guys online will never have a wife.

And then you've got your Batman and your Call of Duty 3,
Though neither take as long to win as that Assassin's Creed.
I cannot deal with Skyrim and I'm dreading ESO,
I want to scratch the Starcraft disk and shatter Diablo.

My husband cannot look away from the computer screen,
He stays up all night long collecting coins like a machine.
These characters and games, I think, are such a waste of time,
Though I do get a good night's sleep when our whole bed is mine!

If you're not a gamer (or married to one) this may not make any sense. I wrote this as a joke to my husband after a long week of new-game obsession, but I want to disclaim it by letting you all know how much I love him even though he loves video games a little too much!!

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

“What an astonishing thing a book is. It is a flat object made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called "leaves") imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you're inside the mind of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time ― proof that humans can work magic.”--Carl Sagan

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

What I Read: 2013

I've started a new tradition. You can now expect a "What I Read" every year! I am happy to give an impromptu review of any of the books listed, so if you're interested in reading one, let me know.







And on that note, happy 2014!!