Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)
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Poet Organizer of Phynnecabulary and Co-Director at the Poetry Global Network. Has too many cats and dogs a-plenty. Enjoys karaoke way too much. https://linktr.ee/phynnebelle/
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A Story About the Body
You had imagined the rosebuds of my nipples. You were both fascinated and repulsed. Aroused by what you found. “So this is grown woman’s body,” you must have mused to yourself. Do young men have these kind of thoughts cross the lurid vista in their minds, mouths gorging on breast’s ample flesh, palms tremors running along my thighs in your fervor to them, fingers plumb coves, fathoms for which they are not prepared?
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)4 years ago in Poets
I'm Right Here, Horror. Come and Get Me!
I am fascinated by the horror movie genre and I consume it all, arthouse, psychological, sequels, and slasher. There are some movies that are a pitch-perfect descent into your deepest subconscious fear, and they cling to you, paralysing your brain with fear hours after watching them; others are so god-awful, so over the-top-or poorly executed, that they unknowingly become funny, and in the process, inadvertently become a certain kind of good. Horror has its way of becoming a foray into an adventure where you suddenly take your thumb off the control button of your life and cease to be a mere spectator yelling at the screen, and willingly immerse yourself right into the middle of the chaos and gore, and for a few hours step into the protagonist's shoes...or that of the delectably persuasive or mind-bendingly sadistic villain.
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)5 years ago in Horror
Back in the Day: Two Pesos
Do you know what the conversion rate of two Philippine pesos into U.S. currency is today? It is about the equivalent of four cents. That being: four tarnished zinc-copper pennies, four pieces chucked in a tip jar, four bits of change picking up lint at the bottom of your pocketbook. It is four do-you know-which-U.S.-President-gives-good-face, full-on moue, in-profile, nice-beard on a one cent coin? Hint: number sixteen. He delivered the Gettysburg Address. You know, the one that went: “four scores and seven years ago...”
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)5 years ago in Humans
Berkeley Nights
Even the loyal set that inhabited the picnic tables Jupiter's proprietors placed on the back patio of the establishment had begin to thin out, as group by group, people began to head home and the staff circled around brandishing rags, wiping down tables and picking up empty beer bottles.
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)5 years ago in Humans
What a Doll!
I. Just Another Saturday at Miller's Mikey sauntered into Miller’s sundries and soda shop, craning his neck to see past the crowd of poodle-skirted girls loitering around the candy display case at the entrance. Many heads in that group turned and followed his progress further inside as if a magnet connected each of their eyes to his moving form. Broad shoulders, easy charm, and a pleasant face made Mikey popular and well-liked at his high school, Centerville High. This was made even more apparent as some of the bolder girls greeted him along the way, while others whispered and giggled among themselves nodding in his direction and at the booth that sat three other teenage boys. Two identical arms waved him over as the group caught sight of him--the towering, towheaded brothers, the Helgenflaat twins, and the devilish (and devilishly handsome) reigning King and quarterback of Centerville's football team, Colin Mathers.
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)5 years ago in Horror
Twelve Stars (An Intro)
Meli took care to avoid the cracks that peppered the sidewalk on this street; this was not a route that she would normally take, but she wanted to get to the museum before the crowds arrived. She pressed her lips together as if tasting tangy citrus on her tongue, and breathed through her pursed lips to soothe what seemed to be about the tenth migraine threatening to creep up into her temples and take hold. It pinned one side of her head to an invisible board in pulsating prickles that throbbed in time with the lighshow behind her eyes. She honestly did not get these incapacitating episodes. She had always been relatively healthy, never suffered more than the common cold in her life, not even her childhood was littered with the usual infant ailments. Why now? Why get these debilitating headaches in her mid-twenties?
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)6 years ago in Futurism
Menudo Con Amor
Our family was the type that took all major trips together. No, don’t get excited just yet—“major” to our family way of thinking was anything that didn’t fall under the realm of day to day traveling: to school, to work, to the grocery store. So nothing like elaborate vacations, or day trips to see the giant redwoods, or camping at the lake, like other families. We did go to Disney land twice as a family. Once, when I was about seven or eight years old, and what I remember from that was my dad riding Space Mountian with me and my sister and enjoying much more than we did. The second time was when my sister and I were young adults. We had brought my then-boyfriend, now ex-husband along on the trip that time. You know, it did turn out to be the Happiest Place on Earth, if you catch my drift. Wink. But that’s a story for another time.
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)6 years ago in Wander
A Peculiar Green
The sisters had not seen Tiffany for a few months now and they were excited to finally be making another trip to Millbrae. Tiff was a dear college friend of Jenna, the older of the sisters, and had moved to the Bay Area a few years ago with her husband and two young children. The younger sister, Minnie, was especially looking forward to the visit; she would be bringing her new boyfriend with her, and she was eager for Tiff to meet him and find out what she thought of him.
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)6 years ago in Feast
Before She Becomes the Shade Itself
Taking inventory of the parts of me that constitute my personality, my strength and fears, and my accomplishments and (yes) my failures, I eventually find myself looking towards the women who have featured in different parts of my life and helped to form who I have developed into, and who I have become.
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)6 years ago in Families
Tidbits for the Average Girl
A clip teased directly out of one of a memorable scene in the more hard to resist rom-coms—you definitely know the kinds to which I refer. Those ones that you swear a little too profusely you will never be caught dead watching (you do, when no one is around to see).
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)6 years ago in Humans
My Filipino Story, Part Three
In every interesting plot of a tale of highschool woes, there is almost always at the center of it the one group of people that dominate and rule the social scene, the ubiquitous popular crowd. In my school, a Filipino catholic school run by Augustinian Recollect nuns at that time, that set was The Amoebas. The Amoebas did not sport the telltale high-low popular girl uniform like immaculate gel nails, polka dotted Mango mini skirts, Balenciaga sneakers, armed with their LV cross bodies, but you could still sort of sniff their ilk out of the crowd.
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)6 years ago in Education
