I hope you had a fan-tabulous holiday season and Happy New Year!
(Our Golden Teddy tired out after the holiday festivities at Grandma’s house.)
Just dropping a quick note to say that I’ll be moving over to Tuesday and/or Wednesday AM posts from now on. Posts will range from poetry, fiction, blogging, and miscellaneous content.
I am looking forward to a productive writing year! All the best,
I had a dream I visited aliens they left their spaceship on the moon yet in the time they left it I stepped on it like a balloon
and it didn’t pop or float away it shattered and made a mess for the rest of the dream they chased me trying to get me to confess
the space ship was red and white like a plastic bobber on the lake it hovered over my parents house so close it made the windows shake
and each time they looked for me I ran away to some place new getting more and more exhausted as my paranoia grew
I was so afraid and full of fear but I never saw their faces I just ran away from the truth I knew that I was lacking in social graces
Once again, it’s not Monday. I didn’t want to be away for the next few days and not post anything. This one is actually written from a dream I had a month or so ago. I have strange dreams a lot and might consider writing more on them.
I hope everyone has a nice week and to those of us in the US – a very Happy Thanksgiving!! ❤️
A woman should be president Do we have enough accessories? Should we pin up your politics? Should we clean up the mess we see?
Should we tie up a policy in a neat little bow? There’s no reason for drama please, enough with the show
We’re not your courtesans Or eye candy on stage We’re not here to flaunt your ribbons While you trap us in a cage
We won’t type your memos while you admire our bra size We’ll file your harassment along with all your stupid small-pinched-lies
And while you slander us We’re tying our kids shoes We’re fighting in combat zones, making headlines in the news
We’re scientists and astronauts We’re surgeons and vets We have our own voices and money But there’s been no presidency yet
And while we gather our courage, you tell us that we’re weak Please shut your damn mouth and let the women speak
We’ll tell you
A woman should be president It’s not about IF we can It’s because men are afraid because we’re smarter than them
Hah…I love this one. And not just because it’s about women’s rights and all that good stuff. It’s because this poem is sure to piss some people off…and I’m here for it. Boy, am I here for it.
I dread the results of this election. The next few days are going to be so stressful. Here’s hoping! <3🤞🗳️
Some of my classmates are getting old I see the wrinkles beneath their eyes Their hair is gray, their children are grown Were the dreams we dreamed just lies
Some said I want to go to Hollywood and party with the stars I’ll own a house in malibu and several shiny cars I’ll paint with fields of color and start an artist’s revolution I’ll save the whales and sea turtles and remove plastics from the ocean
And still for others These dreams are dreams left up high on an empty shelf But the biggest dream I ever dreamed was the life I live myself
Happy Mental Health Awareness Month! Although, being aware of how important a healthy mental health is really an all-time gig, not just for the month of May. Just being a listening ear for someone can be a great help, too.
Hi all! We found ourselves in Vermont to view the solar eclipse and man, it was so worth it! We drove 700+ miles (14 hours in the car,) and I would do it all again in a heartbeat.
Let me set the scene…
At a rest stop outside of Newport, Vermont. Cars surround the little patch of rest area. The sky is blue with not a cloud in sight, and the sun beats down with such warmth that you don’t mind the lingering patches of snow on the ground or the cool breeze that smells like pine trees. Some people are there with telescopes, too, and there are a few dogs. Others spread blankets out on the grass and people sit around in chairs under trees or near their cars. A dad and a son play Frisbee while waiting. An older woman walks by. “What a day to be alive!” she says.
Across the way, someone is cooking bacon. There are a few scientists nearby, throwing words around like ‘progression’ and someone asks, “is this your first totality?” Several people are wearing black ‘2024 Solar Eclipse’ t-shirts. On the highway, cars trickle by, as well as some large trucks; the sound of plastic flapping loudly on wrapped cargo as it barrels down the hill. Some trucks honk at the people at the rest stop. In solidarity of the eclipse, perhaps, or maybe they’re annoyed there’s no room for them to stop…too rest…
A few people wander over to Michael at his telescope; curious about the equipment he’s using and at what setting…clearly he must have a camera mounted to that large telescope. (He doesn’t. He used his phone.) Someone starts to play music, but it isn’t intrusive; the light rock just feels like part of the experience; relaxing and playful.
Then, the light disappears completely, and your breath catches. The sun is gone and you’re surrounded by a three-hundred-sixty degree view of what looks like a sunset. Two planets appear in the sky suddenly. They’ve been there this whole time, but you’re so surprised…and the light that glows around the moon feels otherworldly and transformative.
There have been a few sights in my lifetime that have made me cry. Some of the landscapes in Zion, Utah, as well as seeing the Grand Canyon for the first time. This was also one of them. #10/10. #wouldrecommend.
I hope many of you were able to enjoy the eclipse, and if not…I hope you catch the next one. Happy Thursday!
Hi all, no poetry from me this week because I spent most of my Monday in the Emergency Room.
Everything is okay, but at the time my face and arm was going numb, so that was less okay. I have a muscle strain in my right shoulder that makes me feel like there is an icy-hot poker stabbing at me. That is, when I’m not taking pain meds. Oh, and I have been getting muscle spasms in my neck, too. Fun times.
So, nothing creative from me this week. Or, maybe there is…
Monday in the ER
shoulder hurt, stabbing pit stop, pit crew, she dying? safe. home with pain meds
OR
my arm and neck numb not dying. feel kind of dumb remember: ergonomic
Ahhh…I could go on and on with the haikus. At least the dogs cuddled me at the end of the night. Showing their love, as doggies do. One big, giant, doggy pile.
dogs tell tales like humans do scratch an ear steal a shoe
a stolen slipper means, “I missed you” a sock in mouth means “hello,” too
love is the language that dogs speak except they say it with a toy that squeaks
or slobbery kisses, with head on your thigh hands in warm fur a deep, contented sigh
and muddy paw prints on the kitchen floor nose prints on the window scratching the bathroom door
a minute is an hour when you’re gone away because they love us every. single. day.
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And…because we love our two buds…some pics below! We recently got a new golden retriever puppy. Meet Teddy! You can follow them both on instagram @kodabear_and_teddy