Today for NanoPoblano, I decided to do some blog maintenance. First, I changed the theme. Do you like […]
“My difficulty is that I am writing to a rhythm and not to a plot.” – Virginia Woolf, letter to Ethel Smyth, 1930
Awhile ago, a friend of mine ran into a guy who told her he wanted a woman who made him feel like a man– and this poem happened after I thought way too much about that sentence, haha!
Gravity holds you in place even when you want to float free, and sometimes the hold is a hug, and sometimes the hold is a strangle.
“Grief is the final act of love”
– Lauren London
I know there is magic.
I never stop looking for it. I pretend I can make it. My fingers tap across a keyboard and it crackles like sorcery.
Life has not been gentle. Sometimes, I am more bruise than woman.
Freeze your love for safe-keeping.
Call it grief.
I run up the Captain’s room at the firehouse, and peek my head in the door. My team lead comes up beside me and shouts into the room: “Wood pussy!”
I’m going for 30 posts anyway. I like to push myself.
At the doctor’s last week, he said I needed to stop pushing myself. That I need to do literally one thing at a time.
The world may be falling apart, but my press-on nails hold firmly. I cut the avocado in half, […]
Do you know the story of hippo? How he has to open his mouth wide every few minutes to show Papa God that he hasn’t eaten any of the most favored fishies?
November is just around the corner, and while many of our writer friends will be participating in NaNoWriMo (congrats, y’all, and good luck!) — some of us will be doing what we do. Running our yearly blog-marathon for National Blog Posting Month.