Catching up...

I've been incommunicado here, letting my non-verbal side do the talking for a little while. I took up the 31-day Inktober challenge this year and have been posting on Instagram (letitiaminnick) and Twitter (@MinnickLetitia). Below are the sketches from day 1 through 11. I'll be working on today's ink a little later and I'll try to remember to post it here too. ;)

Cycling Incubus

I awoke in pain
and alone
vaguely recalling the recent car accident.

Momentarily confusing stair railings
for the bars of a hospital bed,
I blink at an old demon
flicking fifty-year-old photos at my face.
Memories of me--
my tiny arms tied to the crib rails
to prevent me
from damaging their dressings.

An infant awake,
alone
and in pain.

Methodically Pithed

Thirty minutes of informational droning
serves as a base beat
for Skype participants to pepper questions
and corporate concepts through lines left not-muted
as distant dogs bark in the background
and babies cry for attention.

The minute spark of interest I might still have in business
becomes anesthetized--
drowned in a static of disconnected dial tone.

Progress

Wind whips hair
as the compass points North
to nowhere
and everywhere.
The foot,
tentatively trusting,
steps forward.

Going Organic

Walking along wet streets further
dampened by light rain,
I thank the schoolyard trees
for their modicum of shelter.

Stopping to clean up
after Atty's second squat,
I look up to see him eating an earthworm
and sigh
grateful it's not a cigarette butt.

Spending a Penny

In this age of chasing nickels around dollar bills,
opinions are ten a penny.
The intentionally ignorant, not realizing
speech is silver but silence is golden,
spew rhetoric that is often not the full shilling
or, at best, a day late and a dollar short.
Keep in mind most political conversation
is not worth a plugged nickel
to anyone not of like mind
and you can bet your bottom dollar
that most are not in for a penny in for a pound
and will turn on a dime if it benefits them.
Dollars to doughnuts,
this great ideological divide
is sure to cost us all a pretty penny.

Making Change

This week's Creative Cue... Making Change.

The Infiltrator

One
strand
suspends
her like a
jewel thief dangling
silent over priceless treasure
unseen by sensors
unaware
of her
eight
legs.

I haven't done a fibonacci in a while... It's fun to build and recede by sequence. Thanks to Bekkie Sanchez [@bekkieswonderland; capriciouspoet.wordpress.com] for introducing me to the form years ago.

The Infiltrator

This week's Creative Cue... The Infiltrator.

Pawsed Poetry

Creatively focused
with fingertips tapping keys,
I feel my sock tug at my toe.
A slight shift of foot elicits a minor slap impact,
another toe tug
and a bite.
Daring to look down,
I spy dark eyes
peering through furry brows
and a small paw on my instep.
It seems everyone's a critic...