When I write a poem I’m expressing my core. Listening and confronting what I can no longer ignore. I’m touching my heaven. I’m holding a dime. Letting my silence come away for a time. Putting paid to a chapter, I’m on a new page. I’m expressing, undressing, giving voice to my rage. I’m trembling myContinue reading “When I write a poem”
Because I like its vibe.
“Where everyone else runs away, family rolls up its sleeves.”
Though, I am not yet going to bed, I happened upon the best quote for before sleep contemplation.
This song is stuck in my head and has me wanting to watch Thomas Crown Affair again.
I’ve had a busy day. I went to Menard’s and bought potting soil, 2 floor mats, coat hooks, picture frames and a brand new pot for Ping to stretch out his roots. I walked home, so you can imagine how much fun it was lugging a 10 pound bag of soil all the way home,Continue reading “Busy Bee”
I tried to eat a pop-tart for brekkie, and my stomach crossed his arms (metaphorically speaking) and refused to eat it. Apparently he’s tired of my shit. I’ve been eating on the run all week. Soo, here’s what HE insisted I eat. Gotta admit, it does look tastier than the pop-tart. Note** I wondered whyContinue reading “My stomach is tired of my shit”
The Slowly app has me on a slow burn. I like the 3 really cool friends I’ve made..the problem is the 11 other people who wrote me. Those people (I have other words for them, but let’s be polite) made me rather uncomfortable and mildly repulsed. See, there seem to only be 4 types ofContinue reading “I am only here for the food and, like, 3 people.”
When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it–always. Mahatma Gandhi
If my imaginary future hubby ever leaves me alone with our twin boys (it’s imaginary keep up!) to go out drinking, I will legit do this to him, but the song will be “Look what you made me do” by Taylor Swift. I will, of course, delete this post soo no evidence exists. Imaginary FutureContinue reading “Legit goals”
My friend, M.M.Clendon, drew a concept art version of Hamilton for me. We both agree that he looks too much like a bear, and we will be addressing that, but just look at him!!! Hamilton is alive! I am soo stoked people! If my book gets published, I am totally using M.M’s art for theContinue reading “Concept art for Hamilton”
Ok. It’s real now and I’m sweating a bit over it. My good friend TauBeta is copy/editing my book for me. He’s an author himself and knows what works and what doesn’t. His opinion matters because he’s also one of my Slowly Pen-pals. What if it’s horrible and he has to break it to meContinue reading “Copy/Edit”
I’m told I have my father’s smile. What do you think?
The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives. Albert Einstein
My ex M and I had a long conversation over the phone. It’s strange the things you open up about after all is said and settled. It’s like we know each other well enough to tell the truth without any extra bullshit anymore. (See what I mean about July and this weird thing that happens?)Continue reading “Conversations and closure”
Every year, at this time, something weird happens in the universe and everyone on the planet discovers (or rediscovers) that I exist at the same time. I’m totally serious. I get odd pick-up emails, DM’s and texts from random strangers. I hear from people I haven’t seen for years and years. (I don’t mind it..justContinue reading “Can’t even”
“I have a question for you. “If your shadow is the second most beautiful thing in the world, which is the first?”.-Amit Kalantri