Incapacitated.. but still functioning

Handy-capped!
  and here comes the irony: 

In my spare time, I practice CAPOEIRA. I adore this sport.
 In my other "spare time" I shoot people. (with my camera)
 and so on... 
 
Lately, my thumb got so injured, that the tendon needs a break, OR IT WILL BREAK. The blood escaped the vein and got so close to the skin, my thumb looked like an EGGPLANT.
Don't get me wrong, I LOVE EGGPLANT SALAD. (Recipe coming after a few paragraphs, maybe)
 Double the size, the "ripe" color of an eggplant, and painful like salt in your eyes.

 This is the best I can do with my RIGHT hand. Not too dramatic. Right?

WRONG!

 

Did I mention I am a lefty?

 

That changes things. It is like learning to walk all over again. Not to mention most of the kitchen utensils are not lefty-friendly, that includes most of the scissors. I still managed to make a few bow ties.

 

CULTURAL CORNER:

Papillon -in French is the bowtie. it means butterfly. See the resemblance?

Farfalle- is the Italian pasta from FARFALLA- butterfly; cravatta a farfalla.

 

shop here for your own bowtie   more to come :)

Not being able to do other things, I actually climbed a mountain. Whatta Hike!  LOL  Awesome view, agreed?

Peep me! I realized these are good!  

Let's accessorize. How is that?

Idea came from a friend, and it's genius. (You will get to meet him soon).  (Come back to future posts, so you can see where ME AND MY THUMB have been and how it got "fashioned"up :))

 I will leave you on this note: the magazine is OUT!!  :)

and it's already having unusual readers! 

SAY hi! TO MY FISHIES!  XOXO

 Get your own copy on here! 

o-rama-federation 1st Issue

Poom Para Poom Ka- Premiere Release Poetry Book

http://karamello.wordans.com/my/products.xml

Publishing is a different experience all together. Who said that it's "as easy as boiling eggs", lied!

 here is a tease from the actual poem Poom Para Poom Ka :

...
I feel like tomato juice. Why you sprinkle in it cinnamon?
I crave for crack on my gums. PB you shoved in my mouth. 
My turn to feed you, baby! I will cook for you, darling!
Spaghetti with cut up razors. Poom para poom ka
Bon apetit! Chew the sauce! I wanna see your bleeding jaw

I wanna count da stars and find the ones rainbow colored 

Pushing me to look into your eyes, I’m cornered.
I’m a pour bleach on your eyeballs when you sleep.
Pull them out with my spork. Poom para poom clack, 

Wanna find out if I fed my dog today? Fkuc!

... 

 find the Freak in you

 I found out the urban meanings of the POOM PARA POOM KA:

POOM- vagina (JAMAICA)
PARA - gold (INDIA) 
POOM KA- human essence (EGYPT)
CLACK- bullshit (LONDON)
POOM GOLD POOM CLACK- BULLSHIT (LONDON)

It is a 20+ poems sprinkled with artistic photos. A variety of ideas and poetry styles worth the time.

GET THE BOOK 

 HERE

POOM PARA POOM KA

By ivana k

26 pages