#SoCS: An Iffy Sonnet

If I were someone different, then who? Perhaps an imp of questionable trust A woman who without reason hates blue Or a girl who battles an urge for lust If I were angry, would you like me still? The swearing, the vile looks I give to you Or do I resist a valiant will? A female without persevering hue If I were not smart, would you fill me in? I’d like to be “that girl” on Jeopardy If I wereRead more

#SoCS: Deja Vu in a Least Favorite Word

For today’s Stream of Consciousness submission, Linda G. Hill asks us to write a post with our least favorite word or one that bugs the heck out of our sensibilities. I first thought of the following unlikeable words: Liver, Algebra, Covid, Hate and Death. However, some of my readers already know I hate liver and algegra; I find Covid to be tiring and overwhelming; and both hate and death are not what I want to write about today. I foundRead more

Angry Birds and Coffee

Last week, roommate Natasha asked why I don’t drink coffee a bit more often. In 2019, I had to give up the daily 2-3 cup habit that was partly responsible for a bad case of GERD – the kind of in-your-face indigestion that I was willling to ignore for months because of addictive desires for a hot morning beverage. After several weeks of not drinking coffee at all and switching to tea, I returned to coffee in a limited fashion.Read more

One-Liner Wednesday: Happy Heart

This certainly is true…in my humble opinion. One can choose how their heart feels, no matter the playing field. Are my circumstances perfect? No. Are anyone’s circumstances perfect? Probably not. As a human, I have freedom of thought and freedom to choose how I feel about my status and environment. I can wallow in misery and defeat when life hands me lemons…or I can turn the yellow fruit into meringue pie. I can feel sorry for myself when faced withRead more

Mother Nature

Poetry Day Three: Trust/Acrostic/Internal Rhyme M other, must I trust? O ut of improper belief, warmth’s thief T hat this trust is just H ow do I explain the pain E very time flesh and hide walk outside? R emembering the smile of spring’s guile N ot the angry, bitter cold of your hand’s hold A t a time when I pout and whine T hat spring cannot be but a memory to me U nrelenting you are, by farRead more