What? The Ducking Duck

“I’ve painted so many lies” As woe begets my pen (Oh my....is that.... a typo?)   The neglect of a V A carat addition ^ Or auto-correction Underscoring the need for  This somber reflection    What is the meaning of life and love?   The nurture of ducks Vs The nature of Fu’s   (Where... Continue Reading →

The Sperm Lottery

Facebook asked me what I would want to do if I won the lottery.  So, the odds of winning the lottery are 1 to 175 million, on average.  Did you know, in order to be born, you were 1 of roughly 80 to 1800 million sperm? Your birth was quite literally winning the sperm lottery.... Continue Reading →

Cleanup in Aisle 7

I keep looking for the way Instead of living the way You can’t swim in a textbook But can’t some words fan a flame?   In truth, these words are limited It’s gone like a whisper What makes sense one second Goes out in the next breath   It’s like catching a greased pig in... Continue Reading →

The Underlying Theme

I’m not a Rush fan - I know I am the worst form of life. I appreciate the mastery of them, and I get a lot of people love them. My husband, especially. Neil Peart is one of his idols. I just read on here that he is an author too, so I hopped on... Continue Reading →

#IAmWriting

I think it’s hailing again. Sounds very plinky outside. I think I’m writing a short story; I'm close to 3k words. I don’t know how long it could be. It’s all waiting to be told. The idea came right as I was falling asleep, and I was paranoid I was going to forget it. I... Continue Reading →

Brevity is the soul of wit

Well, I'm working through a lot of stuff right now because there are a lot of milestones/triggers/memories, whatever in this timeframe. From August to January, every year, I am most likely to go insane or start hurting myself in some manner. Whether it's picking up old habits or inventing new ones, I struggle up or... Continue Reading →

All We Need is Just a Little

All We Need is Just a Little Patience Inner Wisdom whispers Stroking my unruly curls The tears that had blossomed But never unfurled Just the stinging of the dew . . . .. ... ....wait for it Mel Gibson said it But the whisper was more like a cough A choking sensation From my exhalations... Continue Reading →

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