Log 050 ~Will’s Hot In Here~

All these people complaining about the heat, my idea of hot was walking through Hell only to reach the light at the end of the tunnel if that makes any sense, but didn’t they say the road to heaven is paved in hell? Will’s Hot In Here.

Tuesday, August 20, 2019

Log 050 ~Will’s Hot In Here~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Millionaire right now, and I didn’t invest in hoodies. You know what my business entails but let’s stick to the family-friendly. I never imagined that I would be that man getting mad over the thermostat. When it was only me and my firstborn, I was still confused about changing the temperature. I haven’t thought about the ant problem from once upon a time. Anyway, I want to talk about the things that make me hot; that’s pretty much you.

I don’t mean to sound crass. You know, even now when I want to ask you a question. I’m always expecting you to say you have a boyfriend, a husband. Lucky me isn’t that right? I could call you beautiful, marvelous, unforgettable, perfect. If anything, that means I need to burn my thesaurus. Speaking of books and everything you know I read, a woman that reads. The fact that we can have three beautiful daughters named Katniss, Tris, and Ember. You get those three references, The Hunger Games, Divergent, Article 5. I’m more an Ellie Goulding fan than Alicia Keys but my Girl On Fire. That’s what I think every time I hear you sing. Yeah, I don’t have the voice for it anymore, but for you, I would try. Should I break out my Alita: Battle Angel impression again.

Again I’m lucky I married an angel because without you they’re never going to let me in Heaven. Not that I’m planning on going very soon or have I chosen to believe. In all honesty, I never turned on an oven or a crockpot without a girl being the cause. I never ate out, hell I would rather say I was sick. Though a woman hot enough to make me brave the kitchen. One that I’ll go out in the sunlight for or brave candlelight. I like chicken soup but tell me you can do Campbell’s Chunky Grilled Chicken & Sausage Gumbo. Add some grilled shrimp and ghost pepper sauce, the way to this man’s heart. Sometimes I believe you’ll get me so mad though Hell will freeze over before I speak again. It does, and then the next second I’m hot for you all over again. Okay, I’ll stop.

You know I wrote a whole novel about the world ending in fire. Another type of heat you reading it sigh Will’s Hot In Here.

I Will Have No Fear

Lesson 136 ~Today Was A Fairytale~

It’s a love story baby just say… Will, no I’ll probably be the one that has to write it until I find her hand in mind at least for a little while. “Today Was A Fairytale”, at least the day I wrote about for a moment

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Lesson 136 ~Today Was A Fairytale~

Dear Future Wife,
No Fear for I cannot say I’m an avid reader of newspapers, the internet constantly bombards with the headlines “the world is getting worse” … I suppose that’s why I chose to write about beautiful things. At least I will try but there isn’t a word for you, and though I attempt to pick out your qualities in my library, I attempt to mimic the words of Shakespeare, Neruda, and Rumi, whatever is a man to do?

I Love You should be enough but somehow it seems never to be enough to be with you and just say that and maybe that’s why I’ll always be reading. Now I can pick every dark erotica I know but why is it that I’ll be the Peeta to your Katniss, Tobias to your Tris, Dante to your Beatrice, Evan to your Cassie, don’t spoil it I’ve only read The 5th Wave and seen the movie. Maybe that’s what this love is, I’ve seen the movie but I want to know the book, the series, every word, line, empty space that is you and that’s what makes love complicated right?

I hope the world will get better but I think I will introduce our kids to stories of courage, bravery, of a world less mad than this one but I can’t say I will be a fairytale father with a princess or a prince unless we count Star Wars. Maybe there is a story here or there that I remember from a sliver of my childhood “Corduroy” by Don Freeman for example. We’ll never be the type to be Fahrenheit 451 unless we’re reading it and maybe my work will change at some point, though you might have a Hell of a time convincing me not to burn it, every so often, good luck huh?

Not even The Bible, though this isn’t a hotel room, even then much like Lord of the Flies or The Moonstone, three books I could never finish, nothing will be as forbidden as my own work in the end really. If anything I look forward to the day the words will flow so easily from my heart to my fingers and more importantly my tongue.

If you ever need a reminder of that, it might actually be the first nonfiction piece I’ve ever written but now Today Was A Fairytale.

I Will Have No Fear

Bard from Light

Everything that can be said and not said, release the beast if we lived in such a place but with Donald Trump and others whose to know; even the written word is not safe. Bard from Light, maybe because the crazies have white rooms hmm

And we make our swords
into seven billion cages
while our flags become the pages
so that others will never know what rage is.
Love is several slamming doors

as with our eyes wide shut
we can’t live out loud.
Fahrenheit 451 and how
do we get out
one more war is never enough

when all the good men are gone, the gods, the knights
yet we can never cleanse our souls or purge
Who wants to converge
on a graveyard, but, yes ma’am, yes sir, and her
the lion sleeps tonight

So where is the light?

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