#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 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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