a poetic journal.
Much to my chagrin, dictionary dot comContinue reading “Wtf dictionary dot com”
decided to update their app and website.
Doing so they basically did away
with thesaurus dot com and
the synonym of the day.
No Way! I shuddered.
This can't be!
Synonym of the day was an integral part
of how I broke my block.
She found a shamrock on the stair
picked it up and placed it in her hair
Took it as an opportune sign
that today was the day she’d shine
Then she opened the door and was killed by a bear.
I started off the year right. I had a plan and held to it for the first week. Then all hell broke loose and LA caught fire. The destruction has distracted me for the last few days. I couldn’t concentrate as the wind battered my bungalow and flipped the tarp in my backyard upside down and around. A fellow coworker isn’t doing much to help as I take on her shifts while she heals thyself. 4 days later I’m out of sync need some mental healing myself. My body is drained and just doing the minimum to maintain. I know what to do but a restorative sleep isn’t as easy as all that, not when one has a cat. But day by day, piece by piece, I’ll reset my clock and restart the plan.
First I just need to get through this day and not worry about what I can’t control. Worry is a wonder that has often stopped me dead, I let too much rest uneasy in my head.
I write this on the bus, there’s only 2 more stops. Oh good god the bus is changing shifts! Let it go, girl & breathe. Every thing will be ok.
ps I love LA.
A new year, a new prompt. I still like the look of the words of the day but last year was a wreck which did and didn’t go my way.
A new job, at an old place. A new disease for my pet, I didn’t want to face. But my schedule needs changing, as does my life.
I have commitments now and still have no time. I have a plan for the new year, no resolutions here! Fingers crossed I follow through lest I waste another year.
Maybe I can rejuvenate this tired mind.
I’m a tabula rasa, a blank slate who’s flying blind. Easily distracted from the goals I hold often tripping over threads and falling into rabbit holes.
Just like now, I’ve barely punched in, and am already bitched at by a privileged prick about tips. Oh (insert eye roll) I’ve had enough but I’ve got to let it go. There is a future for me and more to write. I already have 2 on the back burner to start before tomorrow, if I don’t then I can’t regret when I lament about where my dreams went.
Bonjour petite nouvelle annéeContinue reading “2024”
bienvenue à ce monde!
May you I finally
take advantage
of your charms
and not let you
pass by so quickly.
Sometimes I seem and can be
too self-absorbed
so much so I barely notice
what day, week or month I’m in
such a fool am I, when
(almost) every one
of your day should
be experienced to the fullest
for every moment there is a melodyContinue reading “memories”
a seemingly random lyric
it can conjure a long lost memory
or define the time
where you are now.
It makes you smile.
It makes you cry.
makes you think you can sing
makes you believe,
reminds you it’s ok to dream.
Acapella version of my lyrical poem Scream recorded live at The Kibitz Room open mic in LA on 5/7/2023 by Bob.
Continue reading “Scream”
So I could get over myself take myself a little more lightly and stay grounded in this world you gave me the gift of you and I don’t want for anything else because without you I wouldn’t be here I wouldn’t be me you gave me individualityContinue reading “to my mother”
Recorded on 8/27/20. This is the 2nd part of a two part video. I share the acapella song We Could’ve Been Good. I was going to go with another one but came across this one first (hence the speeded up part while I was looking 😉 The question of the night was “If you could gift everyone with one skill, what would it be?” Stick around for the end to hear Transe & Hanna’s response.
Continue reading “a lyric and a song part 2”
Ooooooh so there was a glitch in my scheme so it seemed I thought because of his Nordic good looks he would respond kindly because I took the time to cook and baked these krumkake cookies for him hours, days and months of familiar, intimate conversation I finally had the courage to show my appreciation with more than a hope we could move beyond just friends Alas, he looked at me aghast I don't know what to sayContinue reading “an intimate glitch”
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