#MicropoetryMonday – October 30 – November 5, 2017

Greetings, everyone. I’m keeping it short today because I’m trying to take it easy. I was having a really good week and then got knocked down by another nerve pain flare up. It’s much better today than yesterday, so I am thankful. I’m happy our weather is turning colder here in Vegas as well.

I must say I am really sickened by the state of our world today. I’m tired of waking up to news of one horrible and senseless tragedy after another. I know I’m not alone, but it doesn’t make it any easier to watch. I’m only one small person with no power to do much of anything other than pray and vote accordingly. It makes me sad when I see people attacking others for not being able to do anything other than pray. I’m disabled. I do what I can. Every single human being is doing all they can. Lay off each other for a minute. Stop seeing everyone as an enemy because gah, this is beyond horrible. It’s getting harder and harder to focus on the good.

Alright, I’m exhausted after typing that little bit out. Love each other a little extra this week. Try to understand that everyone sees and experiences this world differently than you do before you attack another because they might have a different view. If a person can’t be reasoned with or spoken to nicely because they’re too riled up or filled with hate, then be the bigger person and step away. End the conversation. Even online. That’s not cowardly, that’s smart in my opinion. No sense in getting yourself just as angry or fired up as they are. None of the constant arguing is helping. It’s really not. Trolls can’t be reasoned with so why bother?

Ok, beautiful people. Please send me prayers, good vibes, and good thoughts for this Wednesday as I undergo two loooonngggg MRI tests. I’m not looking forward to them at all. I have been writing, in case you were wondering. 😉 I’ve been working on the slew of short stories I have started. Adding little bits here and there. My poem that I have until the 17th to finish is coming along. It’s just something I want to get right so it’s taking me longer. Enjoy this week’s bit of micropoems. Be sure and check out my Twitter for more. And now I’m really exhausted so I’m really going to go now…




Will we make it
to morning?

Muted lamps
signal a passing

An answer
no one wants to hear

A charcoal sky,
blue flame & ash

#SenseWrds 331


I stayed
Tried to outrun the night
Knew the house was crumbling
Could smell the ground
–the decay
Tear your eyes
Lead away



in the stillness

Night frogs
silence their snoring
to warn of night terrors

Lurking guardians,
surprise symphony



Floundering in the spoondrift

This maelstrom,
an aftermath

We’re heart-tossed vessels
shaky on new sea legs
thrown ashore



Saints & Sinners,
a little dive bar
clothed in leather
Pushing curfew,
waiting outside
to remind you
of relapse
Save yourself



My past is ash
My notes thrown to fire
It wasn’t enough
Those words are still in me
Smoking apologies
for all this space I take up



I take shelter
in your smile

You’re losing balance,
I fall too

I can’t keep up
with losing sense

of myself
and losing you




#MicropoetryMonday – October 23 – 29, 2017

Hooray! Halloween is here! I hope you all have a safe and fun time. Remember, #CultureNotCostumes . Be creative instead of enforcing the same genocidal and erasure crap year after year. My hope is one day we natives will never have to explain this to non-natives. One can dream…

Be your spooky (and respectful) selves and have a creeptastic holiday!

Enjoy these micropoems:




Crossing meadows
to your haven
under brooding willows

I was fooled, too

We all were

So we’ll cry,
water new roots,




We’re rich
in an immaterial sense

Stunned by morning
flashing brilliance on the sea

Fill our pockets
with beauty like this

#SenseWrds 328


I’ll be
your angel on the mountain
moving it
carrying it with me
I’ll be
your comfort in darkness
a gentle light
helping you see



Convoluted timeline
Esoteric thinking

I hear you, I do
I feel inner pain
from you

I’m not clarity
I’m just an ear here
for you



Summer returned
for a week

throwing off
whatever rhythm
inner drumming-

the beat
leading the body


Sadness sings again



The bed made
with you in it

Damp window pane,

Scent of apples
Black & white

Paisley wallpaper
Rosy & grey



Hawk’s piercing cry
signals the forest to bleed

Pain of birth,
a disastrous death

of a world those who destroy
won’t understand




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#MicropoetryMonday – October 16 – 22, 2017

HalloweenKingMy Favorite Halloween Decoration, so whimsical!


Hey everyone! Halloween is soon! We had a little family game night Halloween celebration family dinner Saturday night and it was a good time. I had a rough week and at the moment I’m trying to determine if I popped a cyst, if I have a kidney stone, or if my kidney is just doing it’s thing and hurting with nothing semi serious going on. Once again, if it’s not one thing, it’s another with me and my health. I can’t seem to win in that department lately. Still, I press on.

I’m reading “And Your Daughters Shall Prophesy” by Adrian Shirk today and I’m loving it. There was a story about Flannery O’Connor in it and I realized I’ve only read one of her short stories. I plan to see what the library has to offer of hers. I got my husband’s birthday gifts yesterday and did some shopping for myself (online shopping is amazing!). The Walking Dead Season 8 premiered last night so he and I devoted most of the weekend to watching old episodes, specials, and talking about zombies and the character development of the show in general. He thanked me for getting him into it and I realized that I have been with this show since the day it premiered. It’s wild to me to think about the early days and where the show is now.

I was hoping to finish my submission to a lit mag last week. That didn’t happen but I did work on it. The deadline is mid-November so I do have some time. It unfortunately is taking a lot out of me just to write a poem for #OctPoWriMo every day but I’m not ‘killing myself’ to do it so it’s still ok. 🙂 I have a few letters to send out this week too. Family birthdays coming up. I’ll take my time and do what I can. It’s all I can do.

I hope you all have a great week. How are you spending your Halloween season? Are you watching horror movies 24/7 like I am? 🙂 Enjoy this week’s selected micropoems and as always, please follow me on Twitter if you’d like to read more!




Poison ivy
was your final incarnation
Your poison
bred into bloodlines
A drop of a bad deed,
bad seeds were we
Your wounds itch deep


Clutching pearls
like tearful moons,
knock-off emotions,
or faux feelings
for I’ve been robbed
of the freedom
to flow freely




The icy hearth
beneath my feet

and my outstretched arms
forever reaching
for the illusion of past fires



Reflections in madhouse mirrors
Dreams of sickly spiders
I can see through the symbolism
It’s me wrapped in this clenching web



Even the cold weather
has betrayed me

Love a thing too much,
it becomes another icy sting

I’ll freeze too, then
There’s nothing left


She blushed
telling us
midnight tales

Gatherings under old oaks
where demons spoke
from the ground

Night filled
with frightful sounds



I can’t share
all the truths of me

Not while
certain hearts still beat

But I have this feeling
that even their ghosts
will haunt me



#MicropoetryMonday – October 9 – 15, 2017


I forgot it was Monday! 😀 Here’s a few micropoems for ya:


resurrectionmovieFrom “Resurrection” (1980)


Going under
to where people are prisms
and colorful fog covers me

And weeping is an anomaly
I always come back to
for sleep holds no pain


The mind,
a solitary palace
of my own clawings

Many have tread here,
left their stain
of frostbite footprints

and bitter ice



I follow the cool creek,
sun beams dancing
along beside me

How summer
used to be, a bearable
stroll & morning dew

with you

#SenseWrds 322


The rain makes
watercolors of the view
The purples always
remind me of you
However, your favorites
were fleeting
If I only knew



I’m still a little deer
finding my way
into the yard

I know it’s been years
but I’m still here
of everything



Sacred solitude,
muscles dance
to an erratic
to a
choppy river,
to the point
of numbness,
and then
the awakening comes



Empty hallways
hear her
singing in a new style,
a way to calm the fear storm

Shadows alight
revealing the
dark truth
of the house



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#MicroPoetryMonday – October 2 – 8, 2017

Hey everyone! Quick update: I’m ill. :/ I had a productive couple of days where I felt pretty decent but it didn’t last long. I was feeling really good when I visited my doctor last week. I tried a medication for nerve pain with very bad results. (I can’t take anything, I swear…it all seems to have very bad side effects for me.) I have to schedule MRIs to see if there’s anything I might not know about going on in my brain and in my back. I certainly hope not.

So, I’ve just been functioning the best I can and reading a lot as per usual. I swear, it’s all I do anymore. I’m currently reading “The Sonnet Lover” by Carol Goodman and I’m enjoying it. She’s an author I recently discovered and I’ve been making my way through all of her books. Unfortunately, my library didn’t have this one in Large Print so I’ve had to take it slower. I’m going to invest in a magnifying glass because the reading glasses give me headaches. While I read, I’m enjoying Classic Arts Showcase which is available online 24 hours a day and I couldn’t be happier. (Hint: If you can’t get it to work in Chrome try Internet Explorer…I know, I know…but it’s worth it!) And yes, I swear, I’m only 34. 😉

Tonight’s a windy night and I love the cold it brings. I’m hoping this week isn’t as full as anxiety as it was last week and that I can catch another break from the all over pain. I hope you all have a good one! Be blessed and enjoy some micropoems to start your week:






on a path of stardust

Wandering in dreams,
wide awake

Willing myself to move
against the wild wind

until I break



I succumb
to shaking rattles
to calm my storm

This is a mask
I know it
But I make noise

I’m interrupted,
but I live



Moon man
Minstrel of the tide
Do you remember
how it looked like glowworms
on the water?
Your song caught beams,
& they danced



hold on the news;
Just listen

to the gnarled twig,
quivering in a delicate wind,
don’t ask why

it blows

Yes, it blows

I feel it


I billow into a new place
I drink blue fog to stop lightning
from burning me
from the inside out
Muffled thunder
Drum beat rain on my skull


Spirited away by your reply

I am on the other side of the door,
bewitched by your honesty

I return to your ever empty vessel



Childhood, lorn,
too far behind me,
yet still connected to me

Roots strong but dying,
a web with pain at the center,
a love origin



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