just for now.

i lost it again,
that mind
and that will
to write again.





always comes back.

discoveries from the world of the lost.

losing your house key is easy,
losing your alcohol is easy,
losing your way is easy,
losing one sock is easy,
losing faith is easy,
losing weight,
is not.





the world of the lost and the obsessions of the lost;
ghosts of christmas past and present united, unfortunately.

vacation.

brain flow,
slow and smooth,
content to be at rest.

entertainment.

so mindless,
so mundane.
it doesn't take much
to distract
a brain.

first polar bear poster !

here she be.

my scanner feels like the bottom half should be red, instead of orange,

but i guess that's alright...

asymmetrical simplicity.

it's a collage with a water coloured polar bear.

cannibalistic is not realistic.

as another awareness campaign,
some friends and i
have chosen the
furry
polar bears.

their homes melted,
they are now unable to eat much
but their young.

we drive around in cars,
run factories;
they eat babies.

we want to bring about even more awareness
to the great peoples
about such a thing.

maybe then,
we can calm down on
building those green houses,
so damn much.

free tibet.

i recently joined their urgent action campaign.
i am
hoping
to start up an awareness group
in my area.


free tibet.

late as update.

completed nanowrimo.
almost lost the winners circle.
got it.

story uncompleted but new one shall be
formed first.


ugh editing.

inspiration to do something yet?

how far would you go for freedom?

update #6

has been a while.

i am currently participating in 'nanowrimo'.
getting my butt in gear to write, and to get out and meet people.
the ultimate hermit.
tonight, will consist of responsible drinking and irresponsible writing.

check out nanowrimo.

"The Little Book of Little Annoyances".

It's completed!
And ready to see the world!
You can see it here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xvJPd8AmGak

And like it says in the description,
I am selling them for $5.00 each if you would like a copy to keep or share around your town.
$3.50 out of this $5.00 will be going to
www.freetibet.org.
This is NON PROFIT!

I am hoping to use this project and my time to support a better cause and (hopefully) inspire others to as well!
Feel free to create your own booklets, or email me at
jenni.hunt@yahoo.com
if you are interested in purchasing some of mine for distribution!

maybe you shouldn't break certain rules.

i've never been a fan of tube tops but...

i have modified a youtube account
to post videos related to missions
to give more insight into what
goes on behind the scenes and on them.


www.youtube.com/strawbereeze

a big step.

the first copy of my first book is finished!
'the little book of little annoyances'
shall now be reproduced and spread out
across the province :)

i will post pictures on here soon.

i am considering, while still spreading them about in libraries, to also sell some for charity.
that is, if anyone is interested in buying some copies to spread around where they are located, i will sell them for a fixed price and give 50% of the money to a reputable charity.
this will also help cover my costs for making the books, and help get others involved!

lots of excitment.

hair étiquette.

the clip pulls on my hair,
i cant wait to take it out;
let my hair naturally
squeak back into
shape, and
fall, slow motion,

rubbing it with my fingers,
and feeling better.
for being informal,
for being more normal.

give and take.

Scraped knees,
bruised foot,
chipped tooth,
bashed head,
new twitching;
my soul
has filled
it’s holes
with these
wounds.

welcome back when you thought you were back.

some things you just can’t regret,
(if no one is hurt).
if it was about the fun you needed,
but didn’t know you needed it.
if it was about finding yourself,
when you didn’t know you were
lost.

sam i am.

A weekend
of camping,
yelling,
throwing grass seeds,
champagne showers,
blood on faces,
and tribal calls,
unroasted marshmallows
with best friends,
and more
dirty floors
bees,
cut knees,
honky tonks,
car rides,
kisses,
40 hands, and
dirty bowls
revived my soul.
while destroying my body.

update #5

'underneath it all'
is officially being published in
the poetry institute of canada's
anthology this year.



cool.

update #4

i am starting to write
(and soon to illustrate)
a 'little annoyances' series
of poems.

i think it will be my first guerilla publication.
gotta get it done and replicate it.
coming soon to library, grocery, bookstore, cd, clothing, electronic shelves near you.
and perhaps even to a theatre.
why not?

i want to keep it short and simple to save on trees, so i'll have to stop myself soon and pick out the best of the worst.

i don't need boys.

they consume my mind
and waste my time.





but love can be awful nice.

update #3

in pennsylvania;
family matters
a 30th wedding anniversary.

in the boons
as my mother says.

interesting people,
interesting smells.

lots of trees and hills.

gum and blood on the bed sheets,
but we're keeping clean.

getting my own version of ear plugs ready.

should have stayed home.

'come over',
you said.
so i came,
on two separate occasions that night.

the colours on your face.

red,
purple,
green;
sparkling lights
leading me to my downfall.


(always temporary).

update #2

happy august.
started two final stencils.

i have been further inspired by the novel 'paula spencer' and have a greater desire to write and master the interior monologue.

hum hum hum. tah dah.

the golden bran and raisin muffins are now morning glory and blueberry muffins.
helen.

i'm putting cbc radio on again.
use the word feck today.

homeland reunion.

getting back
into the wrong crowd,
getting out
of your comfort zone.
getting up
in the wrong bed,
getting back
to who you were
before.

ocean eyes.

the memories
bring out
the tide,
the messages
bring it back in.
unstable
for a night,
but know
you're in
the right.

goodbye, forever it seems.

breaking up,
breaking out
of that
box and
on my way
to a
breakthrough.

interior monologue of a 13 year old girl looking forward to a party straight after school.

"If I don't go home that means I can't feed the dog who may not starve but will probably bite me when I get home like the time when we left her at home for a week by herself and she didn't know where we went because she's a dog right and doesn't understand the word vacation yet not that we're going to go on a lot more we don't have that much money since dad lost his job at the factory last month so now we've just been eating a lot of cabbage soup lately like Charlie from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory only he was always really poor and we are as my mom says temporarily poor but don't you go around using the word poor we don't wear smelly rags like Grandpa the dog will at least be really mad that she had to wait a couple of hours for her food she's pretty fat though so maybe this will be good for her an extreme diet no maybe just a one day diet extreme diets are never good Auntie Mary went on one that one time when she was really huge and now she's just floppy like a deflated balloon I bet she can wrap her skin around her arms three or four times oh god I hope I don't get like that from the cabbage soup no I won't I'll be sure to eat lots of food tonight at the party the guilt of it won't be as bad as the one time I broke the lamp and Uncle Jake and Auntie Mary yelled at my cousin Chris for breaking it I guess but I disowned him from being my cousin when I was five because he ripped the head off of my favourite barbie doll and oh I was so freaking mad I stomped right up to him and told him straight to his face that he was not allowed to be my cousin anymore but the lamp was worse and I got him back good because I blamed him for breaking it and he practically did anyways because he distracted me with some stupid joke when I was running to go grab the phone it could have been one of my friends and plop crash went the lamp only I was older so when Auntie Mary and Uncle Jack asked me what happened they believed my fake story I hate how older people aways trust the person closest to their own age it's really unfair but oh well I used it that one time I wonder what there will be to eat at the party there better not be any cabbage but probably not Sarah is a fancy girl I have heard I can't believe that she would invite someone as plain as me to her party but there again everyone is invited so I would be wondering the opposite if she didn't invite me because even the grossest kid in class is invited but I overheard Sarah whispering to Brittany that her mom made her invite him and she hopes that he can't make it I hope she did't say that about me too I wonder if I smell okay I tried to put together a decent outfit free of dog hair but not too nice you can't look better than the birthday girl I probably couldn't if I tried but one day i'll show everyone that I can be pretty too oh no what if there's drinking there I never thought of that I don't drink my parents told me not to touch the stuff because Grandpa did and then he never stopped touching it it gives you sticky fingers says mom and makes you wrinkly Aunt Mary better not drink any what's worse then being floppy is being floppy and wrinkly the dog food smells anyways I couldn't touch it I's stink of it all night and then no boys would come near me like that one time when I went to my mom friends' wedding and I wore the dress I am wearing right now oh no what if it's unlucky I hope that no boys came near me that night because I just smelled like dog food because I had to feed the dog before we went because she was hungry and when I was 10 I didn't have any friends and thought that my only hope was the animal kingdom so that year Santa who reminded me of Grandpa because he had the same teetering walk and sour breath that dad had when he came home on new years eve last year and mom yelled at him so much I think the neighbours heard I was so embarrassed but I just went back to bed with my dog she wasn't fat back then and I wasn't either because we went on lots of walkies together but then I got lazy and stopped taking her so she got lazy and stopped liking them but now I'm not fat anymore on account of the cabbage soup so maybe after tonight she will have lost some weight too."

update #1

i have decided to start these updates.
they are not poetry, but you can see them as such if you like.

- project two (rock batches) will be continued soon, i have lost my partner so all projects are now solo.
- i will be starting project one again also by myself.
- i have started writing again - this is good.
- i have ditched scorpion, i don't need her anymore. it's all sweet strawbereeze here on out.
- i have posted some of my works on a children's website with virtual pets in the chat boards section.
- i have been drinking more than my body would like, trying to catch up.

adieu friends.

i'm getting better.

it's been 

rough

for five days,

6 days, 

maybe even seven days.

i don't know,

most were spent in 

a drunken haze.

i didn't know

who i was;

am,

or where my 

mind

was taking me.

sorting out

my tangled brain

is almost as hard

as sorting out

my tangled hair.

but you have to

keep sorting,

because it's best

to just break

one thing

at a time.

underneath it all.

under a bridge,
under the influence,
under age.
under the smoke of a campfire
and
under the sky's night light.

under five sweaters but
still
under dressed
and noticibly
under fed,
under close scrutiny.

under the grade average
and under the rent's small radar,
yet
underneath friends arms;
never been happier.

'it's okay' is false cheer.

i said never mind,
for the hundredth time.
never
mind.
it was starting to feel
natural
to make those words
echo
from my mouth.
you don't even have to
think about
what else was going
to come out from
my mouth.
my mind,
my thoughts,
they probably mean
nothing
to you,
or anybody else.
so go on
ignoring
me
like everybody else.

close to done, and yet to begin.

standing
squatting
sitting
staring
stirring
starting
to think
that i can't
write poetry.

what is?

can't fight love.

know your taters.

reply 4.

reply 3.

reply 2.

work can be impersonal.

the biggest hug
i had today,
was the garbage bag
as i threw it away.

the first reply!

checked the email,
received the
first
rock reply.

taken in it's
orignal
hiding spot.

easter bunny
always made
it obvious.

stretching out for the unknown in known places.

spread a message rocks; project 2/batch 1

little notes
on painted rocks
that have been
hidden
all around the
areas
that surround me.

hopefully
they change
the way
you think about
one thing
or the other.

on the back of
each rock is
an email address
and pleasant
request
for the owner
to send a picture
to me.

let's see how this goes.

batch one, you're out in the world.

the circle of life.

i've yet
to meet
a soul
who has
claimed
upon deciding
to become
a parent,
that they
'want to have teenagers'.

the first place
statement
is that they
'want to have kids';
babies come
second place.

but no couple
trying to burden
another human
with living,
has stated
to me
that they want
'to have teenagers'.

i find this
curious
as the
young adult phase
in one's life
is also
precisely when
you start getting
kicked out of
the house,
lose your
innocence,
grow your
own
mind
which may
or may not
agree with
the teachings
your parents have
fed you
over the years,
and you are
expected
to move out
within
the next couple.

it's funny how
someone could
bring you
into
the world
only to
kick you out
of theirs
after you
stop
being the 'kid'
they wanted.

which
you
couldn't help happening,
and
they
knew would happen one day.

so stop
eating their food
and
taking up room
in the house
they brought you
into.
go out into the world,
into some cold,
empty apartment building.
spend your time in
the same office
for 40 years,
find someone nice,
have some kids,
then kick out
the teenagers
or the young adults
they turn into.

however,
it's a circle,
a cycle
of sorts.

when your
parents
turn back
into children,
they'll ask you
to take
care
of them;
bring them into
your home,
and once they
stop
being the cute
old
kids
they are when
you let them
in with you,
you kick
them out
like they did
to you;
into the hot,
stuffy
retirement homes.

we learn
through experience
don't we?

preteen rebellion

mom doesn't
understand you,
until you realise
she does
five years
later.

the humans strike again.

a dreamcatcher
on your
rear view mirror,
because
nobody
wants to have
nightmares
when they fall asleep
at the wheel.

practice round; project: unmoving objects.

my partner and i
had our first go
at decorating
some of our world.
it only gets
better
from here on
out.

the purpose of
project: unmoving objects
is to spread some colour and art
around our neighbourhoods
and beaches
that no one can take home.
it is for everyone to see
and enjoy.

we hope to
inspire
others
to also create disposable,
unmovable
art
for all to enjoy
and think about.

take away
some of the grey,
put a smile
on the face
of the bored.

this was our practice round,
to see what it is like
to work on imperfect
canvases.
it was great.