Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
don't know story
Poetess: few people gave me a look today,
Is it because the way I am dressed or because I am slacking..
Inner voice: I can't face my past any more. (throwing away magazine about nudety).
Where are those 90s beauties without make up.
I invited one lady home to work on a project,
She took shower,
Completely different person.
Pig: I find beauty in fatness.. triple belly (dreamingly) ..
The Bad one: I am kindly apologising for asking,
Where is the beautiful story about me?
And where is everyone?
I know, I know..
Pay us money and we will show you on TV at any convenient time.
Otherwise enjoy few enthusiasts on YouTube.
Old lady : I always had doubts.
Is it because the way I am dressed or because I am slacking..
Inner voice: I can't face my past any more. (throwing away magazine about nudety).
Where are those 90s beauties without make up.
I invited one lady home to work on a project,
She took shower,
Completely different person.
Pig: I find beauty in fatness.. triple belly (dreamingly) ..
The Bad one: I am kindly apologising for asking,
Where is the beautiful story about me?
And where is everyone?
I know, I know..
Pay us money and we will show you on TV at any convenient time.
Otherwise enjoy few enthusiasts on YouTube.
Old lady : I always had doubts.
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Poetess: I was thinking today,
How many weird people I am working with..
Inner voice: this is wierd.
I have my issues too..
Grandma: I believe life starts after sixty.
Poetess: what I am saying,
If I will go for the party,
I want to look my best, not like I am miserable.
Grandma: save us at least from that.
How many weird people I am working with..
Inner voice: this is wierd.
I have my issues too..
Grandma: I believe life starts after sixty.
Poetess: what I am saying,
If I will go for the party,
I want to look my best, not like I am miserable.
Grandma: save us at least from that.
don't know story
Poetess : few words..
Inner voice ( looking at porno magazine ): some times I have to face my past..
Poetess : I've seen ...like a cloud on the sky.
The bad one..
Grandma : she likes photography.
Poetess : I am thinking it will be right if I say thank you.
The bad one : for what?
Nice person : why are you writing about witches?
Are you a witch?
Poetess : no!
Grandma : save us at least from that.
Poetess : I was always afraid of them (crossing),
But at least, it will be nice if I say thank you.
Fist time at night. .
Grandma : why night?
Grandma witch : people sleep at night.
Grandma : when I was young I wasn't sleeping much.
Grandma witch : remember 1946?
Grandma : 1952 more likely. .
Grandma witch : and 1965,
I would say every now night of the year..
Poetess : I am disconnecting the phone.
Twice I had wrong though
And twice I was told forget about it.
Like how it can be twice.
And I realized, it's right if I say thank you.
Inner voice ( looking at porno magazine ): some times I have to face my past..
Poetess : I've seen ...like a cloud on the sky.
The bad one..
Grandma : she likes photography.
Poetess : I am thinking it will be right if I say thank you.
The bad one : for what?
Nice person : why are you writing about witches?
Are you a witch?
Poetess : no!
Grandma : save us at least from that.
Poetess : I was always afraid of them (crossing),
But at least, it will be nice if I say thank you.
Fist time at night. .
Grandma : why night?
Grandma witch : people sleep at night.
Grandma : when I was young I wasn't sleeping much.
Grandma witch : remember 1946?
Grandma : 1952 more likely. .
Grandma witch : and 1965,
I would say every now night of the year..
Poetess : I am disconnecting the phone.
Twice I had wrong though
And twice I was told forget about it.
Like how it can be twice.
And I realized, it's right if I say thank you.
don't know story
Poetess: write something useful...
I am playing lottery at lunch..
Why can't I see the numbers?
People can see future,
Like this girl,
She tells right away,
It will be Tuesday after Monday.
Inner voice: in pick 3 a chance one of 1000.
Poetess: it's okay.
Grandma: when I was learning how to drive,
I was a doctor, so I took ambulance to practice.
And I had one chance to find this hill, curb and the river.
And I found it.
Aunt: I always make a wish on my gold fish.
I have I think, million of generations of this gold fishes.
Inner voice: may be try quick pick.
Poetess: I already dreamed about the numbers..
Grandma: why don't you find online,
What people say.
I was reading today about how to celebrate one hundred birthday.
There are always experts out there.
I am playing lottery at lunch..
Why can't I see the numbers?
People can see future,
Like this girl,
She tells right away,
It will be Tuesday after Monday.
Inner voice: in pick 3 a chance one of 1000.
Poetess: it's okay.
Grandma: when I was learning how to drive,
I was a doctor, so I took ambulance to practice.
And I had one chance to find this hill, curb and the river.
And I found it.
Aunt: I always make a wish on my gold fish.
I have I think, million of generations of this gold fishes.
Inner voice: may be try quick pick.
Poetess: I already dreamed about the numbers..
Grandma: why don't you find online,
What people say.
I was reading today about how to celebrate one hundred birthday.
There are always experts out there.
don't know story
Poetess: I am at work.
The real witch (changing TV channel): wonderful.
Grandma witch: work makes us be nice people.
I am working all my life.
The real witch (bites her tongue, crosses fingers and looks up): not me please.
Poetess: this is a fake story, and I don't have multiple personalities.
Grandma: save us from that at least.
I am doing great,
In case if someone wants to know.
Poetess: some counted,
We have to work 17 more hours..
The real witch: you people..
Poetess:one of our managers doesn't say hi.
Everyone like why, how rude,
Telling me.
And I am line,
Why would I care,
If I almost told him to go to ...
Not only me,
I saw pictures, he is sitting with how to say,
Low-rise jeans, and it's saved...
The real witch (changing TV channel): wonderful.
Grandma witch: work makes us be nice people.
I am working all my life.
The real witch (bites her tongue, crosses fingers and looks up): not me please.
Poetess: this is a fake story, and I don't have multiple personalities.
Grandma: save us from that at least.
I am doing great,
In case if someone wants to know.
Poetess: some counted,
We have to work 17 more hours..
The real witch: you people..
Poetess:one of our managers doesn't say hi.
Everyone like why, how rude,
Telling me.
And I am line,
Why would I care,
If I almost told him to go to ...
Not only me,
I saw pictures, he is sitting with how to say,
Low-rise jeans, and it's saved...
don't know story
Inner voice
kicks the entrance door, throws his jacket and bags with food, dog food, cat
food, hamster treats and special bag with other items on the floor and shouts:
I am home slats!
The slats: are you fucking out of your mind!?
Inner voice ( thinking at the same time as the slats are speaking): I fucking out of my mind!
The sluts: let him go to the store alone and he comes back completely insane.
Inner voice (thinking): I am completely insane!
The sluts: he is drunk!
Inner voice ( thinking ): I am drunk!
Hamster, cat and dog are waiting.
Inner voice: my beauties,
I didn't know you are home..
I ate uncooked mushroom I think. ..
"Smotchie kiss" (the dog's name):
Good thing they don't fight too long ....looove. ...
Almost my massage time..
"Slat" (the cat): I am pregnant.
They gave me this name and think
I will go outside and will mind my own business?
But with the black cat?.. on the pine trees at the rush hour?!
I had never expected that from myself ..
"Barbie" (the hamster): fucking bullshit,
No one checks anything.
Running every day in pink clothes, in the pink wheel,
In the pink hamster house,
And I am a fucking boy!
Then every one shakes me (shakes his feet like it's thunderstorm): where are the babies?!
"Slat" ( the cat): you can play with mine..
"Smotchie kiss " (the dog): listen Barbie..
I am home slats!
The slats: are you fucking out of your mind!?
Inner voice ( thinking at the same time as the slats are speaking): I fucking out of my mind!
The sluts: let him go to the store alone and he comes back completely insane.
Inner voice (thinking): I am completely insane!
The sluts: he is drunk!
Inner voice ( thinking ): I am drunk!
Hamster, cat and dog are waiting.
Inner voice: my beauties,
I didn't know you are home..
I ate uncooked mushroom I think. ..
"Smotchie kiss" (the dog's name):
Good thing they don't fight too long ....looove. ...
Almost my massage time..
"Slat" (the cat): I am pregnant.
They gave me this name and think
I will go outside and will mind my own business?
But with the black cat?.. on the pine trees at the rush hour?!
I had never expected that from myself ..
"Barbie" (the hamster): fucking bullshit,
No one checks anything.
Running every day in pink clothes, in the pink wheel,
In the pink hamster house,
And I am a fucking boy!
Then every one shakes me (shakes his feet like it's thunderstorm): where are the babies?!
"Slat" ( the cat): you can play with mine..
"Smotchie kiss " (the dog): listen Barbie..
Inner voice : cheating on my wife? Never!
(Taking clothes off)
Carrot: I am your wife, st..d (bites her tongue).
Smart book: No fight before sex, this is not healthy.
Inner voice: day dreaming? This is not healthy.
(looking for a porno movie).
Carrot: hockey again? (looking on the movie cover).
Every day, this is not healthy.
Inner voice : I want something hot baby! Give me something hot!
Carrot: ..on the gas stove..(looking at the gas stove)
Inner voice: Don’t dress up again..please..(looking at the basket of water near the gas stove).
(Taking clothes off)
Carrot: I am your wife, st..d (bites her tongue).
Smart book: No fight before sex, this is not healthy.
Inner voice: day dreaming? This is not healthy.
(looking for a porno movie).
Carrot: hockey again? (looking on the movie cover).
Every day, this is not healthy.
Inner voice : I want something hot baby! Give me something hot!
Carrot: ..on the gas stove..(looking at the gas stove)
Inner voice: Don’t dress up again..please..(looking at the basket of water near the gas stove).
don't know story
Poetess: today my colleague is asking me,
Early in the morning.
How is she doing?
I am asking, who?
The funny woman you are writing about.
I am kind of thinking,
Who is the funny woman?
You friend, who makes jokes,
Say hi to her.
Why would I write about women?
And another colleague of mine is wondering how was my two days vacation,
Well plus Saturday and Sunday.
The time I took to work on my issue.
I figured out, I have only one.
Besides my weight and accent.
For those I just hold my bag in from and be quite...
But for the party, I want to look and feel my best.
Early in the morning.
How is she doing?
I am asking, who?
The funny woman you are writing about.
I am kind of thinking,
Who is the funny woman?
You friend, who makes jokes,
Say hi to her.
Why would I write about women?
And another colleague of mine is wondering how was my two days vacation,
Well plus Saturday and Sunday.
The time I took to work on my issue.
I figured out, I have only one.
Besides my weight and accent.
For those I just hold my bag in from and be quite...
But for the party, I want to look and feel my best.
Songs
are playing on the radio day and night.
Singers,
writers are getting world awards.
She
is here in a small cafe right on the beach of Caribbean Sea.
Writing
for a while and looking far like if it helps..
Hotel
band is playing Reggie,
Boy
who cleans the tables is reading her notes.
Some
pages has no words.
Nice
notebook, the pen is nice too.
Will
she win anything?
Oscar,
Grammy?
For
her empty new notebook?
Should I go for may be,
I am thinking about you?
Steal from popular song.
She
didn’t made these words, not the first who said it.
She
is only feeling it,
All
she sees and hears is him.
Close
to midnight, small cafe on the beach,
Caribbean
Sea, Atlantic Ocean on one side, Pacific Ocean.
Thunder lights, loud music is playing.
And all she sees and hears is him.
No Internet, only one question,
When it’s back on.
Same empty note book.
Stuck on the dark Jamaican mountains,
Tourist bus driving on the age of the hills,
Strange man selling weed,
Buying gifts, talking someone.
She doesn’t really care,
All she sees and hears is him.
She is going to eat this huge bun now with butter,
Have dinner, lunch, get fat,
Stay under hot sun, doesn’t care.
Her inner voice is happily sleeping.
Leave her alone, he says,
All she sees and hears is him.
dont't know story
Poetess :
let's shake this old dirty bag for some news.
(Shaking the
bag): hmm, money!
You know, I
save stuff every where
And then I
don't remember where I saved it.
Like right now...
Inner voice
: you know..
You have never written me a beautiful romantic poem.
Poetess :
about what?
Inner voice
( loud with questions in the voice) : pardon me?!
Poetess (
suspiciously ): about us?
Inner voice
: you wrote about cabbages..
Poetess : it
was for my Golden cabbage award.
Award for my work, cabbage.
Inner voice
: .. wrote about fish and chips, about healthy food, wrote about cheesecake.
Poetess :
cheesecake?
Inner voice
: yeah, the one was on my face.
Poetess
(happily): may be we already were doing something romantic?!
Inner voice
: not with the box on my head!
don't know story
Poetess: I was thinking..
Any poet who is living on the Earth right now,
Has more chances to write a beautiful poem.
Like doing much
better then all the great poets who are gone.
So it means, I am
doing better than Shakespeare..
Inner voice: wake up already,
We are at
work actually.
( Moving cup
with change closer to the road).
don't know story
Inner voice: I can't believe my luck!
Poetess: I
wrote a story!
Inner voice:
I hate working too.
Poetess
(thinking of where to hide at work): today I hate the government.
Inner voice:
being a nice person at my work is a curse.
Poetess: I
read in newspaper about some company,
Few
employees got poisoned and they sued the company.
The fridge
didn't work all weekend, first thing on Monday, bym..
Inner voice:
we are not so lucky here.
Poetess: I
wrote a story (looking at the mirror) about some one else
And I think
I need professional advise about where I should go with it.
I mean to publish.
Inner voice:
I have a friend for that.
Specialist
in women, dogs and poetry (looking at Poetess): what's your name boy?
Poetess: a
boy?
My name is Irina.
Specialist
in women, dogs and poetry: listen girl..
(Poetess is looking at the mirror).
Specialist in women, dogs and poetry: the mostest and importenest thing is grammar.
And you have
to know what a ..(swearing) you are talking about.
Poetess
(writing): the mostest importenest thing..
Specialist
in women, dogs and poetry: yes, I was surprised myself
When the
nurse started to take off my clothes.
Poetess: the
nurse?
Specialist
in women, dogs and poetry: no, the horse was after, or before...
Let me think
my beautiful ladies.
Poetess
(kind of melting with a smile): thank you...
Specialist
in women, dogs and poetry: three of you..
I am thanking only the ambulance now.
I was
writing a poem about farm,
Special
edition "Mister Taker had a horse, pig, chickens and pitbulls",
I had to
ride all of them myself,
Grandma with
stupid questions ..
She was the last one.
Poetess: you
were riding grandma Taker?
Specialist
in women, dogs and poetry: she said she was single.
We have to
trust people,
Especially naked women.
Mister Taker
was something else too, but since the children might read,
We can't
talk about any weapons, especially illegal.
It was a
poem for the police next.
Nice
detective, gave me a pillow to sit down,
After I slightly slid down..holding my ears in my hands.
We were
writing for a year..
Me, him and the local gang.
Poetess: and
what happened?
Specialist
in women, dogs and poetry: Peter? who is Peter?
You?
Poetess : me?
Specialist
in women, dogs and poetry :
What I was
doing in the air?
I still asking
this question myself,
Every five minutes.
What I am
doing in the air with laundry bag?
What am I
doing in the air at all.
Me and that bird.
Few
minutes, lovely conversations between birds and myself.
They don't communicate well if you want to know.
Wind must changed the direction,
That was the
third nurse explanation.
The first one with
wings didn't explain anything,
Pushed from the warm chair and told to get out and work.
Pushed from the warm chair and told to get out and work.
And I am
working my friends,
Teaching children in this beautiful school.
We are
writing new story
"
Penguin versus Trax, the dinosaur"..
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