#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. πŸ˜‰ 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 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. πŸ™‚ 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? πŸ™‚ 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! πŸ˜€ 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



Be sure and follow me on Twitter for more! Have a great week, everyone! ❀



#MicropoetryMonday – September 25 – October 1, 2017

Here are some micropoems to start off your week. Feel free to follow me on TwitterΒ to read more. Make sure you check out the hosts of these lovely poetry prompt pages as well. There are so many talented writers to read and if you are stumped for inspiration, it is graciously provided for you in the hopes of getting your creativity flowing.

I don’t have much to update about right now. My husband and I had a fun outing at Tivoli Village Saturday morning. We had breakfast at the Waffle Bar and did a little shopping at the Farmer’s Market. It was good to get out for a little bit. I’ll be visiting my doctor again tomorrow so hopefully we can talk about some more pain management options.

I’ve been reading ‘The Handmaid’s Tale’, writing for OctPoWriMo, editing a lot of old work, indulging in pumpkin flavored goodies and horror movies, all while pacing myself so I don’t get too tuckered out.

Please keep Las Vegas in your hearts and prayers. I’m learning what it’s like to be so close to a mass tragedy tonight. I’m seeing the age of misinformation at its worst too and it’s hard to find words about exactly what I’m feeling right now. It’s been hours. I live here. I don’t know what’s going on really still. It’s unnerving. I can’t stop crying and praying. I hate feeling like my fear wins in moments like this.

Hug the people you love. Tell them you love them. Be grateful for all you have. Be understanding and compassionate. If you can’t, stay silent. Ask for help. Find your empathy. It’s there.





Poetry whispers
beneath the cacophony,

resting in silence,
waiting for me;

A strong voice
patient through the noise



Far away
I followed you,

through your
desert heat hell

right to
your fields
of dark wishes,

now covered
with glistening snow



dusk fell
on the last rose
of the season
on the sill
of the old house
we left behind

it’s only in my mind,
that forgotten time



I bathe in rose oil

I wear the illusion of a dead saint

I fall asleep inhaling petals

My skin burns like martyr fire

I dream of seraphim


My nokomis
would weave love
into all of her bead work

The loom taught patience,
my clumsy little fingers,
& when to step away



I didn’t ask for the vision,
it came to me

Through my uncle,
of winter,
under gathering moon

We saw the future
blanketed in snow



Lily, off white,
pastel reflection, a newly
laid egg, a bride of sighs

Silent screams, born of deceit, truth lies
in onyx eyes