Me so crabby!
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Me so crabby!
Sucker punches fade;These thawing skeletal shards,the harbingers of rebirth So . . . last night’s post took me forever to write — like eight hours or so, with the constant diversions of doing my job while sitting in the building’s control center. But the real … Continue reading Sumptuous Spring
Dreaming astride an abyssthen sailing awayanteceded sudden loss —as though stars fade outwhile slumber eludes my grasp Wisdom is a funny kind of thing. It feels like one of those things that, it would seem, the more of it one has, the less of anything … Continue reading Tanka Tonight
I like to beat the bag like it owes me money. Sometimes it feels savage, sometimes it feels like more effort than it’s worth. And while many might think there’s catharsis in such activity, I feel like doing it for that reason alone is dangerous … Continue reading Pugilism
What happens when you clear out a craft space that has long sat unusued, only to find a finished product that never saw the light of day? Can you say, “freebie”? Sure, I knew that you could!
I know it’s hard to believe, but my ideas don’t just spring out of thin air. In the past, I’ve relied upon writing prompts to help spark the old whirlygig in my head when I had nothing else going, and more often than not it … Continue reading I know the pieces fit . . .
No need to look back; we all know what went down. It’s kind of hard to talk about it when there’s nothing left to be said. So here’s looking forward to kicking off a new year, for better or worse.
Forgotten Days, ways to do things that were once light I just have a few minutes to write before I have to go to work. It’s funny how life gets away from me, how I start to miss things like writing. I once hoped I … Continue reading Once upon a haiku . . .
I used to grope for blog post ideas. This was part of my problem, I think. I’d go over to the Daily Post and see what they had there. I’d see if I could mix the different prompts to generate something to write about. But … Continue reading Case in point: the forgotten draft
Yes, I am still here…