Desolation (NaPoWriMo day 3)

(All these years All these tears Why can’t I get this shit right?) Lying alone Alone Alone The echo resonates A consistent heartache No relief in sight I know there’s more beyond this now But knowledge is no balm I await nighttime and its calm Even as my mattress Holds me hostage Weighed down by…

I Did That.

Most of the time, I don’t know what I’m doing. And half of that time I’m certain that I’m doing it all wrong. I don’t make dinners from scratch every night. Doing homework makes me irritable. I know my stress levels make me a crabby mom sometimes. I raise my voice more than I should….

Words of the day

Melancholy. Blah. Wait. Think. Love. Hope. Reflect. Remember. Resolve. Grow. tomorrow awaits…

Writing for My Life

I am a procrastinator of the grandest sort. I can plot, plan, make lists, draw diagrams, all in the name of making sure I complete a task. Especially when it comes to my writing life. I can write. I know this. I create fanciful stories in my head on a daily basis. I can regale…

Internet Gangsters

Sometimes folks get so full of themselves on social media that Facebook/Instagram etc. become the internet version of Mean Girls. I wrote a poem about  it. Soliloquy at Sunrise Why don’t you tell me how you really feel? Thinly veiled threats Red death masks We masquerade as untouchable Rebel gal Infallible but oh so Laughable…

Consolidation.

I’m also going to begin the process of moving some of my older blogs, thoughts, etc. to this new site.  Bear with a sista.

Start.

One of my favorite hashtags is #loveisanactionword. I usually follow up with #dosomething. Y’all know that, right? To love requires work.  Action.  Effort.  This applies to self-love too. So upon further reflection, I’ve decided to take my own advice.  Again. I’m going to use this medium to showcase what I’m thinking and feeling and observing…