Today is Poems & Paragraphs’ 2nd birthday. Oh, my Glob! Thank you, David Bowie! You’re awesome, too. Almost as awesome as my readers, friends, and partners in crime. I’ve met some terrific talent and beautiful souls here on WordPress–people who I look forward to crossing paths with every day. Rather than celebrate the birth ofContinue reading “The Terrible 2s”
You are love letters sent Over landscapes and seas Underneath the heavens— Abounding Radiance Eclipses my obscurity— Lo lamenting heart O’ mine Violence Eviscerated by Deliverance My friends, I thank you all for the care and kindness, the prayers and good vibes; truly, every word of encouragement and sympathy sent has helpedContinue reading “The Power of Human Connection”
Today was epic–my first book signing. Preparing, I was nervous. I’ve never been one who seeks to be the center of attention; that shit comes naturally, if I’m being honest. And it’s odd; for a person who can from 0-fuck you in half a second, I thrive under pressure when it really counts. Somehow I manageContinue reading “My First Book Signing”
Year 20 I look to my Sun– alabaster skin blue-grey eyes; still seas but never silent. Year 20 She’s aged 100, immortally kind, ageless wise; true mouth but never savage. Year 20 Nicole, I may have given birth to you, but you have given me life.
Dearest friends and family the world over, You all deserve ponies, and ice cream sundaes, and bouncy castles, and…I don’t know. What is like, super balls awesome? ATVs? ATVs, I suppose, are pretty fucking rad. The encouragement I receive in support of my dream is incredible, and incomparable. I’m an author now, not only becauseContinue reading “Thanks an Effing Lot!”
I have fully realized my dependence upon my PC. Nearly three weeks without writing at my desk has left me feeling incomplete. Today is my first day back; my chair is once again comfortable, and I feel more like myself than I have since February 3. I am bionic, at long last. And now toContinue reading “Total Hip Replacement: the aftermath”
Remember when you were Edward, and I was your Swan? Thirty-something Twi-hards, unashamedly so. We rolled around on the sitting room floor before the dinner guests, and with Opeth in our ears. Your parents thought we were adorable– darling, we were incorrigible, even stone cold sober.
His business is loving her, and he’s always open.
I am so pleased and honored to announce this blogger milestone! Thanks to all who read me, and support my passion for writing. I am surrounded here by so many great writers and artists, and kind, thought provoking friends. I am inspired every day by you, and touched squarely in my heart by all theContinue reading “200!”
Words form sentences, sentences form paragraphs– page upon page my heart bleeds and for you there is a disconnect, so you pass on my manuscript. Either I’m a bad writer, or you just don’t feel me– You don’t feel me, bruh. I know what I’m all about.