I saw Linda G Hill's SOCS this week when I read Jill's response and wanted to play, but my son has stolen my laptop and I’m on my phone. I figured I can type here and save as a draft so I can do the pings and things. The word was nail, and I thought... Continue Reading →
Woke up at 4:30. Actually more like 4 but I was meditating and vibing with the universe type deal before I got out of bed. I made coffee, did my thing, came in and wrote in my book for a little bit. The book is called Ayam. An important part of creating something from... Continue Reading →
My daughter asked for us to collaborate on a picture and poetry again. She painted these beautiful works of art and I wrote this for her. She asked me to share it with "other kids who might like it too" So, let us know if your kids liked it! (My girl hustles if you... Continue Reading →
I would like to humbly submit my magnum opus. Baby got Beef by Mahbuttitches Oh my god. Becky, look at her fridge.It is so full. She looks like one of thoseDoomsday PreppersBut, you know, who understands those preppersThey only talk to her becauseShe’s got enough TP for theApocalypse, kay?I mean her fridge, is just so... Continue Reading →
A little boy sat next to his grandmother in their backyard, looking at the mountains all around them. “Grandmom, why are there mountains?” the little boy asked, his eyes wide and entranced in the way only children can see the world. He had removed the thumb he was sucking absentmindedly to ask his question. The... Continue Reading →
It was a special night. She had planned it for months, years maybe. On her way home from work, she bought herself a dozen roses. She made herself a delicious dinner - all of her favorites with a bottle of champagne to celebrate. After her meal, she sprinkled rose petals all over her bathroom and... Continue Reading →
Talking about rape, abortion, adoptions - also the last 20 years of my life. Don't read it if you don't want to read about yucky stuff. Go anywhere else on my blog, there's plenty.
Hoover (is this a god) Dam Sometimes it’s so much easier... to see all the things I want to hate. I want to yell at walls and converse with my carpet. The pillow and I are exploring other options.... But in the shower, sometimes I swear - I caught a glimpse of god. In between... Continue Reading →
Poetry
