Moments Accumulated

Official Disclaimer: Sooooooooo the YeahWrite prompt this week involved the option to write a sestina. I had never heard of such a thing, so I figured, why not? How hard could it be? Hard. Apparently it could be pretty frikkin' hard.😂 Moments Accumulated Tempers became Elevated Budding conflict Escalated He became Intoxicated. Gender roles Perpetuated.... Continue Reading →

Try. Try Again.

It's been a while! My six month hiatus from blogging has been real, but I'm over it. 2018 has been a year of dramatic change and boundless opportunity, and I'm grateful for every second of it. I'm here to share. In April of 2018, I was the heaviest I've ever been in the 36 years... Continue Reading →

Chores

I didn’t marry my husband so he would protect and provide for me, and he didn’t marry me so I would wash his dishes. I married him because we love each other and we’re PARTNERS in this life. Partners work together to achieve a mutual goal. For us, that goal is happiness. If something needs... Continue Reading →

The Wisdom Found In Fortune Cookies

In 1998 I was sixteen years old and about as lost as a person can be. Then I met Mrs. Gaspari. As it was, I loved to write. I wrote anything and everything: sonnets, free-form nonsense poetry, essays. You name it, I tried it. And it all basically sucked. So when registration for Junior year... Continue Reading →

Padlock Junction

Gullible phub Thewless prodigy Prodigal daughters of our time. Erudition superstition Not at odds here. No bolt may stifle The freedom of your consciousness. Burn down the library And crucify the church If you must. The padlocks you’ve purchased are your own to pound.   Written for Week #3 of Nate's poetry class, Fun With... Continue Reading →

Clusterf*ck of a Night

Womanism, a well-known Jezebel (Opposite an insanely inflated sense of self-importance) Maliciously infantile mansplaining (Eyes focused well in the gaslight) Evading this bunglesome lush (Impossibilities and impressions exchanged for a bar tab and flirtatious fallacies) Abandon accountability for ancillary anticipation (A vapid skinflint of acquiescence) Written for Week #2 of Nate's Poetry class, Fun With... Continue Reading →

Minerva

This absurd anarchy prevails. When Idle, we collide. Destitute and empty And we come here to devour. To discern This excruciating Karma. It is what it is, isn't it? Just a maelstrom of Programmed obsolescence. We are utterly alone. We are wretched. I still write poetry because shit like Stinkfist exists, and I want to... Continue Reading →

A Day In The Mid-Life

“Hey guys! I’m home!” I kick off my Dr. Scholl's flats and plop onto the loveseat. If I reach for the hem of my slacks and hoist my ankle up onto my other knee, I can cross my legs. The girth of my middle is like an inner-tube as I struggle to reach it, but... Continue Reading →

New Wardrobe

No more of these Excruciating daybreaks and Woeful glances at the mirror. Why do I avert my eyes from my own reflection? After all, don’t I have the Right to wear my wrinkles and pounds as evidence of the life I’ve lived? Don’t they display evidence of joy and fulfillment? Renouncing my own appearance Only... Continue Reading →

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