yes, you While musing over the fourth book of the Words of the Seasons series (while I should be working on the third releasing first this summer) I can sit and reflect and be grateful for the ability to still complain. To still have time to complain, to sit, to muse, to wonder, to reflect,Continue reading “End-etic”
I never did get those pills to make me normal, to make me not a weed. I was told though that I would outgrow it. I never did. I kept on being a worry weed but I also kept on pretending. Magical adventures as a good witch with enchanted gardens. How could one worry so much with a garden?
Living with Major Depressive Disorder – in Prose Poetry I slept many years now. Down the drain before I could stop it. You know those drives where you forget how you got there. This all happened so fast yet at such slow pace. The mirror shows the same eyes and same nose. Same plain faceContinue reading “In a Bell Jar at Sea”
Sometimes I have nothing to write. Sometimes writing is a burden. A passion sure…but an incredible weight. It is exposure. It is raw. Either you care, you don’t, you read it, or won’t. But it is intense to essentially say “Here- read my diary..” a diary of the pretty, the ugly, the grammar errors, theContinue reading “Personal Poetic Sarcasm”
Roots Three different pieces of poetry started my journey into writing poetry myself. Of course as a child I wrote the acrostic poem a time or two but it wasn’t until my ten-page analysis paper in my high school AP Literature class that I learned some of the how that puts a piece of poetryContinue reading “The Edge of a Poet”
Blog or Mlog? Deciding to start up my own(ish) website as a semi new author I thought would be daunting at first. In actuality it was just confusing. However, knowing that I would eventually need a website someday, I wanted to make sure I could blog freely from it. So here we are. But, why?Continue reading “Morning, Coffee”