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  1. Eventually I Do Find the Funny

    Tuesday, July 30, 2024

     


     

     

     

     









        People, I’m featuring along with two very talented writers on Wednesday, July 31st at 7pm at the Green Pavilion.  Here’s the info from Evie Ivy:

    The Green Pavilion Poetry Event
    4307-18th Avenue, Bk   *                  *                        *

    Bring your poetry, music, and song.

    F train to 18th Avenue, last cars, right staircase out, about 1/2 block from the corner you will be standing on. 6.50 min. food purchase, inexpensive, varied menu. $4 suggested donation to reading. .              *                                                  *                             *

    Short bios:*

    Jim Hart has published five poetry books: "Ramblings Of A One-Eyed Garbage Man," "A Handful of Smoke,” “Just Another Friday Night in Brooklyn,” “Loving Sue,” and “Missing Sue.” Three have been in the top fifty on Amazon, published three novels in the award winning: “Harry Parker Mystery Series.” His work’s appeared overseas, including New Zealand and So. Africa. Featured at: B&N, NYC Poets Society, Brooklyn Public Lib.,Inspired Word Poetry Series, and many other venues.

     

    Mindy Matijasevic writes poetry, memoir, and her comedy material.  She has twice been a recipient of a B.R.I.O. award (Bronx Recognizes Its Own) from the Bronx Council on the Arts – once for non-fiction literature and once for poetry.  Her writing has been published in Home Planet News, Lynx Eye, NYC From The Inside, and many other journals and anthologies.

     

    Prince A. McNally is a teaching and performance poet from Brooklyn, N.Y., who facilitates workshops through schools and outreach programs; utilizing poetry and creative writing as a means of expression and self-discovery. His work has appeared in numerous publications across the U.S. and abroad. He has been nominated for Best of The Net, and the Pushcart Poetry Prize.

     


     


        Even if you don’t enjoy much poetry, I do believe you will enjoy this experience.  Though you are invited to bring something to the open mic, feel free to just sit back, have a bite or a drink, and be an enthusiastic listener.

     

        I recently had a very positive dream with me and my son.  It was the most hopeful experience I’ve had in a while.  I love that person, always have and always will.  ❤❤❤


        On another positive note, I was invited to perform my stand-up at a comedy show which will be a fundraiser for Kamala Harris.  I haven’t had spare dollars to donate anywhere in years, so at least this is something I can do.  If Trump and Vance get in, this country does not deserve women. 

     

        Maybe, as a comic, I’ll eventually find the funny in that, but I’m not anywhere near that point now.  My path to funny takes a while.




     

     

     

     

    Constant love to CGG-M ❤❤❤

    Mindy Matijasevic

    July 2024

     

     

     

     

     

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  2. Very Safe Sex

    Tuesday, January 29, 2013


    Very Safe Sex

                                                         by Mindy Matijasevic

     
    Last week, classes at both
    jobs started up again.  Additionally, Friday was the deadline to apply for a grant from the Bronx Council on the Arts.  I am typically down to the wire on that deadline, and this year was no exception.  I had to bring my manuscript to the 8th Avenue post  office by 33rd street at night to have it postmarked on 1/25/13.  There was much stress due to not being able to get through to a fucking human being on the phone.  When I was trying to call to find out hours, I was forced to talk to a computer and when I said “hours,” it said, “post office locations.”  After the third call, I almost threw the phone into my computer monitor. 

    One of my new co-workers has already shown himself to have an ego that won’t be able to fit in our office.  The massive pair on some people is amazing.  I’m sure he’s one of those who takes up three seats on the subway. 
     
    I will be putting together a newsletter at work on a regular basis.  This was originally the idea of Sue Machlin, a dear co-worker and friend who passed over last June in a car accident.  She and another put out the first newsletter.  For whatever reasons, they didn’t continue.  I resurrected the idea, and it’s my project now.  I’m glad.  It’s another continuing connection to Sue.  It’s creative work, and that gets my juices going.

    Having to function in the morning every day after several weeks of a very loose schedule, all the stress and beating the clock to get my submission in on time to apply for the grant, trying to reason with an a-hole in one arena and a computer in another, among other things, exhausted me.  I slept all day Saturday.  And I am pleased to say I didn’t feel one bit of guilt for it.  I needed it.  I tend to stay up late when not having to get up early, so making the switch was very difficult. 
     
    I don’t know if this is connected to getting my writing in before deadline and having a newsletter to create (which stimulates me more than many things), but I dreamt that I had sex.  I mean when I woke up, it took a few minutes to fully realize it was a dream.  I remember details.  Not every detail, but some.  I remember feeling that he was going to be done, and, after all this time that I’ve been penis-free, I was determined to make sure I’d be done by the time he’d be done.  There was no way I went through all this to be left unsatisfied.  I remember rising to him three times and (to put it cleanly) achieve what I rose for.  Later, I remember standing naked and facing each other.  He had a hairy chest.  I like men to have hairy chests.  I didn’t see his face.  He wasn’t a whole lot taller than me.  He, based on body color, may have been Hispanic, Italian, Greek, Jewish (the type who have more color).  In the dream, I knew who he was, but since awaking, I can’t remember at all.  I felt pretty pleased in the dream.  Not a bit regretful.  Maybe it’s a sign.



     

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