to imagine you happy is a beautiful thing

my ink skulks not

for i am truly happy for you

halted, the dreamless nights for me

sunlight, adventure and peace for you

may she differ from the rest

be cat-like in every way

hunt, pounce, yowl

meet all your hidden pleasures

scratch the earth upon rising

purr often

but most of all

may she lead you

through harsh and heavy wastelands

past empty lots

into fields of brightly-lit colored flowers

where the two of you will come together

share delights

be truly happy


by mary ann blinkhorn


Written for Three Word Wednesday

words:  imagine, differ, halt

Dedicated to R

it came to this

cold poem

enormous door

an unprepared entrance

but that’s more toward the ending


story within a story

over the years

he acknowledges the crash

living amongst

the fatal debris of it

every day

year upon year

ever thinking fondly of her

holding her in remembrance

one hand to the ink

the other to his smashed heart

he wasn’t there when it happened


his survival

long story

from tall glass

tipped carefully into short coffee mugs

offered in short pieces

to friends who care


custom-designed nursery rhyme

cow jumps

to the top of the moon

sews it up

with darning needle

while little dog works feverishly

with crowbar

(his alter ego, perhaps)

trying to be helpful

trying to release the novel

within its orange glow

to no avail

you must try again

you must try harder

says the little dog


he’d already written it, you see

a novel in some level of completion

two known copies of it

one sent to a friend

who died last year

the disc

unable to be recovered

the other

never to be found

may have been lost

in the

burglary of his house

a few summers back


his life, cycling without a bike




rapid cycling

no money

natural remedies

hours pass, our chatting continues

i was raped of all that I had

or thought that I had

he says

from a very young age

i somehow knew

I was destined

to be a wanderer


hours pass by


I met a woman in the nineties

a very curious meeting

something about her

seemed familiar

something about you

seems familiar


hours pass



i fell out for a few hours this morning

it was so necessary

and a very good thing

i’ve decided to recall the novel

post it in parts

piece by piece on a blog

as I was saying

wait, hold on

someone’s in the house

some dumb ass is

trying to jimmy the door

i hate this neighborhood

just a minute


hours pass

days pass


sorry for my absence

i have to go away for a while

shouldn’t be long

thirty days, maybe

read dharma bums by jack kerouac


i never knew him for long, but still i think of him

lock-up, probation, fog, standing at the precipice…

cold blanket

cold dreams

cold cigarettes

cold reality

you thought it would be 30 days

it’s been 3 ½ years

you’ve abandoned blogs and no new online entries

wherever you are

remember the gentle

zephyrs of spring

you’re a fine writer

jack kerouac pales in your performance

don’t give up hope

by mary ann blinkhorn

Tell Me About Yourself Award

Thank you very much to Resa McConaghy at for nominating mypenandme for this award. Resa is a costume designer and a blogger.  Please check out her wonderful blog.

Seven things about me that I haven’t shared:

1.  My computer technician came over and installed my new HP Printer/Scanner this evening.  Yay.

2.  This evening I finally purchased Final Draft.  I am sooooo excited.  It’s going to be a wonderful writing weekend.

3.  After I transfer my radio play to FINAL DRAFT, I will be submitting it in the BBC’s International Radio Playwriting Competition 2012.

4.  I would love to see more of my WordPress Friends participating in Three Word Wednesday.

5.  I slipped on some water indoors while at the shopping mall this past Saturday and bruised my butt.  No fun!

6.  I’m taking my class swimming tomorrow.  We will be doing this every Friday over the summer.

7.  I recently posted 40 myspace writers/poets as my TOP FRIENDS on myspace.  You can click on them and check out their work by going to and checking out my TOP FRIENDS.

My 7 nominations (plus another 3) are:

Please visit their blogs and show them your support.

To the nominees:  If you accept this award, please copy and paste the award icon to your blog, list seven things about yourself that others may not know, and nominate 7 or more blogs that you follow.

Mypenandme wishes all readers a Happy Friday and a wonderful weekend to come.


Best regards,


Mary Ann

at the college park shopping mall

at the college park shopping mall

an older unkempt male

appears agitated

he stops, turns, ploughs straight ahead

stops, turns, ploughs straight ahead


each time he draws nearer

she leans forward

tapping into his jibberish

like a two-bit thief

in the midst of a good overheard dialogue score


suddenly the man

lunges straight toward her

stops short

makes eye contact


“i went back to the house

last night and those

effing bastards raped

my dead corpse again”


filthy hands shaking

he pulls out a mickey

from brown paper bag

fingers label

puts it back

stares into her eyes

as if peering in through two windows


quite certain

that he’d been the victim

she feels

saddened . . .horrified . . . numb


through slow jittery exhale

she comtemplates a response

but has none


the man shakes his head

pivots lopsidedly

ploughs straight ahead

quickly ascends escalator

he is gone


by mary ann blinkhorn