introvert

you’re too loud
too abrupt
you finish your sentences
at the end of a question mark

maybe your words
don’t come off
as polite as they should be

you talk too much

maybe
I’m just so sick
of stuffing my personality
down in the dark
where no one can see it

and I’m tired
of being afraid
that I’ll say the wrong thing
I’ll upset someone
they won’t like me

like the stars
that never turn off in the day time
invisible but
always there

and maybe I don’t want to shine always
but I’m sick of turning my light off
so others can, too

Remembering Grandma

I remember her wrinkles
the way her mouth drew up
just before a smile
the way she sang off tune
and loved a red convertible

and how one time she trapped a skunk
that was getting into her bird seed
and let him go
without getting sprayed

how we listened with amazement
and laughed
at the stubborn eighty-year-old woman
battling woodland creatures
and winning

how I always cry when we
sing her favorite song in church

God, I miss her

How Great Thou Art

how great was the woman who loved us
who was so amazing
that even a skunk knew not to spray her

Dogs

I bought a poetry book
about dogs
and all it did
was remind me
how short their lives are

we’ll have several dogs
in our lifetimes
they’ll have several years
if we’re lucky

and it reminded me
we don’t have dogs
do we
they have you


♥️🥰😍

it girl

saying yes instead of no

i’ve become the “it girl,” yeah

no longer a disappointment


Hope you are well. I’m struggling with some kind of sickness…again!! 😭 It’s been difficult lately.

Just got to keep writing!

AJM

New poetry book “Remnants” to be published December 2025!

This is a new project I’ve been working on. Spring is almost here and I’m feeling hopeful. To be published on Amazon in December 2025!

A little bit about the project…

This is a collection of new material from the last few years exploring the ‘what’s been left behind’ from my college years, who I am now and the joys and struggles of being an adult. There are themes of feminism, mental health, self-doubt…and some silly poems about the weather, of course.

I’m very excited with how this is coming together!

Not final cover. TBD!

There will be more posts about this project later on in the next few months.

In case you missed it, my other poetry book, Walking in Cemeteries, can be found on Amazon here.

Thoughts on AI and Writing

Our dog Teddy pretending to work, AKA, stealing my spot on the couch.

I’ve started a new fiction writing project recently, and every time I get into Microsoft Word to write, copilot chimes in and asks me if I want assistance.

I click out of it furiously, feeling almost insulted and hurt. Why would I want assistance with my own creative project?!

And then a few hours ago, while working on a letter at work, I wrote in Microsoft copilot for assistance. Yes, please help me write these generic phrases into new words.

I’m probably late in the game for this conversation, but I guess I’m curious to see what you, my fellow creatives, feel about AI?

I have such a love/hate relationship with it. I get entertained when AI writes in the voice of Shakespeare, and then on the opposite: I feel so attacked as a creative writer that a computer can do what I choose and love to do in two secs or less.

I remember reading an article a while back where an author actually ran an experiment with readers where they were given an AI generated story and one written by someone. In the end, they found that the story written by an actual person was the more popular choice. Maybe it had something to do with AI being too general and using phrasing that didn’t fit with the overall narrative… I don’t quite remember the why.

But in an age where technology dominates and everyone is desperate to get ahead… especially financially, I can’t get rid of this fear that I’ve missed my chance to let my voice be heard.

Am I too late to be a published author? Or will AI-generated material get published, too, and ruin my chances? I need to do more reading on this.

I am interested to know your thoughts!


Sorry, I’m a bit late posting this week, and I missed last week, too. I am recovering from a nasty cold. I hope you are all well!

AJM

February thoughts

the second week of February
hit me pretty hard
I’m low on serotonin
scraping ice off my car

the winter wind
is biting at my face
as we try to stay warm
to insulate our place

the heat bill is so high
we’ll have to sell a kidney
just to pay are rent
(I’m really not kidding)

then in world news
a president breaking laws
an ignorant population
who can’t see his flaws

I’m struggling to stay awake
’cause I don’t really sleep
to wake up from this nightmare
watch the promises he keeps

snow melts and freezes
the road goes black to white
I’m on the sofa sneezing
will anyone stand and fight?