Where, Why, and, How are You?

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Photo of me by NataLi. Oh, it rhymes!


Hi Every-one-who-reads-this,

I’m back from what may seem to you as a holiday but in reality was a hardworking period for me. I tried to stay at least somewhat active on this amazing platform, but, as you’ve noticed it wasn’t nearly close to what you may be used to.

I passed a part of a huge exam, there is still more left to learn, so I will be absent more often, but, I will also try and post here my newest works, and, projects I’ve been lucky to be a part of, along with some amazing people.

Soon, I’ll translate (lol) a story about my experience from that exam I’ve passed.

Some of you may be wondering “But, where is Lightlined?” Don’t worry, I am working on writing it. There are some great ideas I scribbled down, inspired by the works I’ve been reading in order to pass said exam. So, Lightlined is becoming better and better, I am finally realising what the Novel is going to be, and what are my intentions.

You also may be asking (probably not, but, oh well) where is that FREE PDF of my Wings Corpus. Well, it’s ready. And I will be posting it soon. So, stay tuned.

How are You doing?

Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

And, as always, happy reading.

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine


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The Big Rapture

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Wonderful work from an old Friend and colleague. This one is from the album, the collection called “The Epiphany”.


 

A slow beginning; Spark the imagination
Am I just dreaming? Is this truly our salvation?

We’re flying faster
With every 
swift 
        move
Going into the Cosmos castle
Through atmosphere removed

Countless stars are shining
Pouring their essence on me
We are taking in everything
Waiting for the Heavenly

All the 
water 
        running
Through my eyes
You’re begging
These are not lies

Thanking you, breathless
So ready for that moment
I’m overjoyed and restless
Feeling it
             I’m open
So it comes surging in
The feeling 
of the whole
Universe 

exploding

Through me

Photo OBsession…s

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Hi Every-one-who-looks-at-these,

A sneak peek at some photos a Friend and colleague took of me. Such art, much professional!

I felt like I would need them for this blog; my Portfolio (these are links; just an FYI) as well, and other business stuff I don’t know about. 😅

Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

And, as always, happy reading/watching/painting/general-art stuff 👮📚🌭‍!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine


 

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Thank you, Nata Li!

 

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Hi Everyone-who-reads-this,

This seemed to be a week about Oblivion Corpus. And it shall continue to be. Here is another one! Enjoy. 🙂

Don’t forget to like, comment, and share!

And, as always (except last time, because I kind of forgot; such sleepy, much wow), happy reading!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine


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Photo by Filip Bunkens on Unsplash.



Only glances on the kilim
But we fly high so high
Above the rain and sky
Intertwined and dim.

Only meeting on the pillow
But we dream something greater
Bigger place and a time better
For our dreams and hopes below.

Why have you come my way?

An idea of the mystifying Fate
Must have opened the wrong gate
Because we weren’t ready yet

Unable to let go since we’ve met.

FOUR

Hello, Everyone-who-reads-this,

The Oblivion Corpus is back. This is the fourth poem, short and bittersweet. Enjoy!

Hope you all had a nice weekend. Mine was and still is pretty busy, but nice nonetheless.

Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

And, as always, happy reading!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine

P.S. Do you like the new look of the blog? 🙂


sunrise

Wavy Sunset. Oil on paper by Mary Matshine.

 

We’ve observed together
Vermilion sunrise and better
Silvery moonlight high above.

We’ve walked the same lane
Through the wind and rain
Snow and feeble leaves.

And when the noon comes
Severe heat evaporates us
We go our own ways

Just to start all over again.

 

*If you enjoyed this poem, then do read these: ONE, TWO, THREE.

 

Love Poem [Video Reading]

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Hi, Everyone-who-watches-this,

Here is one of my older poems, dedicated to my Love, Marko.
You are free to dedicate it to whomever you Love, and share those beautiful feelings with the world.

I apologise for the watermark that is across the entire screen, but I had no clue it would be there and that big. Next time I’ll try to move it somewhere.

Now, I’m going to study.

Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

And, as always, happy watching!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine

Repentance


 

While my words slit the air around
I imagine myself getting out
of my body. And that girl
is not who I am,
But a mere reflection
of the anger I felt.


I wish I could just grab
those words in midair,
crumple and then
throw them away.
Slap myself over the mouth,
and yell aloud:
“Shut the fuck up!”


But I ran. From the rage.
From my own tale.
Out the door and into rain.
I ran.
Though I didn't get far that day.


And you, my love,
found me on the stairs
where I hid;
“There you are!” you said.
“It was cold outside.”
“Come here.”
Nestled in your warm
embrace, I cried.

My thanks!

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A hint.

 


Hi, Everyone-who-reads-this,

I just wanted to take a moment and give my deepest thank-you’s to all of you who are there for my posts, who wait patiently (we all know how inconsistent with publishing posts I can be) and who still take the time to read and like, even sometimes comment.

So, once more, THANKS!

I’ve got a big surprise for you!

To show my gratitude I will offer all of my current and future followers a signed online copy of… wait for it…!

Don’t forget to like, comment and share  (oh, why not, you can like this one FYI — as if you haven’t done that on previous ones 😀 )

And, as always, happy reading!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine

Postmodernistic Love

Hello Everyone-who-reads-this,

No, this is not the third part of my novel, this is a new short story I’m currently working on. I will post a part of it that functions as its own story, I hope.
Don’t forget to like and share.

I would like your thoughts on it.
Did anything like this ever happen to you? (I mean, it probably did, but, you know, give us all the juicy details.)

And, as always, cheers and have a good laugh!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine


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Photo by Ferdinand Stöhr on Unsplash.


 

They met on a clear fall morning.

He was in a hurry to get to work, scolding himself for forgetting his phone there.

She was on her morning run, sweat pouring down her back and from beneath her breasts; music filling her mind. The park was bright but almost empty. Just the two of them, and an occasional runner, dog walker, postman.

„Excuse me, miss?“ he approached her, his breathing heavy from interrupted jogs.

She didn’t hear him but saw that he was coming closer. Stopping, she pulled a headphone out and smiled.

„Yes?“ her breathing was rhythmic.

„Do you know the time?“ he smiled, aware how weird he must seem to her. A man, dressed in a dog costume, with disproportionately large head under his arm.

She checked a multi-purpose gadget on her wrist. It tells her how fast she is running, how far she ran, her heartbeat, and, of course, the time.

„It’s quarter to eight.“

„Oh, man.“ He bit his lower lip, mad at himself. „That’s it. I’ll lose the job now, for sure.“

Her eyebrows raised.

„I’m sorry to hear that. Do you want some water? It must be a million degrees under that thing.“

He looked at her. Her short hair was in an awkward pony-tail, it reminded him of those dogs with their tails cut off. A single strand was hanging loosely across her left eye. Her breasts were moving up and down, slowly; the shirt under them was soaked. He glanced at her entire body. It was curvy, her skin firm and clean. He smiled.

She was holding out a bottle of water, looking at him expectantly.

„Oh. Thanks.“ He drank almost all of it. She found that amusing, but he apologized, and yet, drank what was left. She returned the bottle to a holder fastened to her thigh. He suddenly felt the suit getting even tighter than usual.

„Don’t be embarrassed. It’s fine. There’s a fountain nearby.“ Her voice was melodic, she pronounced every word fully and easily.

His face blushed.

„No, no. It’s not…“ Unsure of what to say, he just shrugged and let his words fade.

„I’m Katie.“

Her grip was firm, confident. His awkward, furry. They laughed.

„Well, John, shouldn’t you be off to work?“

„I guess there’s really no point now. Although, I do need to get my phone…“ He looked in the direction of the building which had a small questionable vet clinic in its basement.

His brows were close together, almost touching, so he looked like he was in deep thought. She liked that. She also liked how his jaw clenched, tightened, revealing his lean neck muscles. He was not a beautiful man, but a dark line beneath his eyes that made him look like he was wearing eyeliner, his unkempt beard, messy locks of hair springing in all directions, all of it made him look innocent and fun. It could all be because of his costume, sure, but the first impression was unerasable.

„You know what? The fuckers can wait.“

She smirked. He gestured to a bench, and they sat down. Immediately, he jumped up. She jerked and looked at him befuddled.

“Do you want some coffee? I should get some coffee. How do you take it?”

“Um. Sure… Black, no sugar.”

“Black, no sugar. Got it. Be right back.”

He almost ran off, tripping over his suit. Realizing he still had the head tucked under his arm, he returned and tossed it on the bench. She laughed.

When he got to the nearest coffee place, he decided he couldn’t return to her dressed as a fluffy Golden Retriever. So he hurried to the bathroom by the dazzled and confused looks of the employees and customers. He didn’t know what to do with the suit, once he managed to get out of it, becoming aware that he misses his colleague who always helped him with the suit, and, that he hates that place which hosts a secret fight club in the even lower level of the building.

The bartender called: “Jack and Kitty!” But John was in the back, stuffing his suit in a container. He understood he would probably have to go back to the clinic/fight club and realized one good thing — no one can call and bother him now. He returned to the shop to the disgruntled looks of the employees, grabbed the hot cups and rushed out.

While he was busying himself with the trash, she took the time to make sure everything is where its supposed to be. She placed the seemingly runaway lock of hair a bit further to the left, added some gloss to her lips, chewed a gum and threw it away, adjusted her breasts so the stuffing wouldn’t hurt her, and all of that while looking at her small black-mirror around her wrist.

Realizing only when he was halfway to the bench that he was wearing shorts and a white tank top, he stopped. This made a little drop of coffee jump out of the cup, pass through a small crack on the lid and land on his shorts. Good, he thought. It didn’t mess up my shirt. And with that, he didn’t care anymore about what he was wearing.

It took her a second to see that a fairly tall, kind of handsome guy walking her way with a coffee cup in each hand was her very own dog-man. She smiled.

“I was just about to leave,” Katie said.

“Oh, no. You would’ve missed the best part!”

“Which is?”

“Here you go, Kitty.” He grinned.

“Oh, well, thanks Ja… Come on! That’s not half as funny.”

“So, what are you up to?” He made himself more comfortable on the bench by creating a pillow out of the dog’s head. He pushed it a bit further, but not too much, so as to make her sit closer. She didn’t bite.

“Now or…?”

“In life.”

“Not much. I’m studying for a chef. And running. Lots of running. Have to stay healthy if I want to eat all of that delicious food.”

“You look great.” When he said it he immediately wondered if it was too soon.

“Thanks.” She smiled and took a sip of her coffee.

“You know” she added, “when I saw you approaching, I thought, well who is that handsome, elegant, professional man” she barely finished the sentence, unable to stop herself from laughing.

He liked her laugh, it was gentle, warm, it didn’t sound mean, just a tease, a little melodic burst of energy.

“I came prepared, my lady. These shorts didn’t iron themselves, no, no.”

They talked and laughed until there was no more coffee to drink, and a bit after. But she had to go to class, and he had a job to be fired from. So they parted ways.

“I hope to ask you for the time soon.”

“And I hope to run into you.” She winked, excessively hard and long. He smiled.

“I would ask you for your phone number, but I’m sure I won’t remember it. Do you happen to have a pen and paper?”

“Aren’t you the art major?”

“Yeah. Haven’t drawn in years, it seems. Anyway, let’s be pathetic. Give me your number, and if I remember it, it is meant to be, if not, well…”

“Oh, you mean cliché? Sure. It’s easy to remember.” And she gave him the number.

They hugged. It was brief. But for them, at that moment, anything was.

*

“So, you’ve sent her the text?” said a bald, burly man.

“Yeah. Here.”

John showed to a burly, bald man his phone and on it a message that read:

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“Dang. You know, let her go. It was two weeks ago. Forget it. Move on.” He took a big gulp of a sparkling golden drink. While he was doing it he looked through the bottom of the glass at his friend. He could make his face longer, and his forehead huge, wide, so he looked like an alien, or he could widen his chin and mouth, so he seemed like a giant. That made him laugh. That always made him laugh.

“Alien?” said John, taking a sip himself.

“Nah. Giant!”

They both giggled and drank some more beer.

“Hey,” bald, burly man said after they’ve finished the glass and John was pouring them more. “Why didn’t you ask for her name?”

John frowned. “I did. It’s Kitty.”

“No, no. Her entire name. So you could facebook her.”

John’s eyebrows raised. “Oh. Damn. Could’ve done that. Should have.”

This time, he took a long toothful of the cold, bitter drink.