My blogger friend, Lauren, over at “My Brain is the Cliff” writes beautifully rich and thoughtful poetry, as well as essays about life as a mom — and, no, she’s not just another “mom blogger”. Her honesty and her humor gives her writing a dimension that is often lacking in blogs.
She is selling a chapbook of her poems “Meaningful Fingers” … it’s due out in July. Stop by her blog,…
My Habits: A Brief History“You are obsession, you’re my obsession” – Animotion
Two words, nine letters each.
Not all obsessions
are about love.
Not all addictions
are about drugs.
Four letters each.
Which list would be shorter?
My obsessions and addictions?
Or the things I’ve had no interest in?
Things I’ve been addicted…
I began my previous post with a musing about how having different thoughts running through my brain simultaneously sometimes results in chaos, and, occasionally, the thoughts merge into one, coherent thought. And, as I was beginning my previous post, I mentioned that I…
Yesterday I was thinking about a blog post I wanted to write.
Today, I started thinking about a second blog post I wanted to write.
It isn’t unusual for me to be composing multiple things all at once: a blog post or two; a small story and a poem; perhaps an idea for a novel, and a blog post, and a poem. Sometimes I’ve got so many thoughts going that to the casual observer I seem either…
Mindfuck --"an idea or concept that shakes one's beliefs or assumptions about the nature of reality." Let me tell you what a mindfuck is: It's your mind telling you that you aren't good enough, aren't smart enough, aren't pretty or skinny enough. It's your mind telling you that no one can be trusted. Lovers leave. Friends flee. Why bother to have friends or lovers if they are going to…
As a writer, I sometimes have the occasion to invent conversations. I can invent conversations that are arguments, that are declarations of love, that deal with humor, that deal with sadness or fear. Sometimes, even when I’m not writing, I make up conversations.
Right now, I invented a conversation:
Me: “I’ve recently been diagnosed as having a mental illness: Bipolar Spectrum Disorder, which…
The inspiration for today’s poem comes from this rather lengthy quote from Andrew Solomon’s brilliant book, The Noonday Demon: An Atlas of Depression, a book well worth your time if you know anyone who suffers from mental illness:
I have said that depression is both a birth and a death. The vine is what is born. The death is one’s own decay, the cracking of the branches that support this misery.…
Tales From The Dark Side of the Noon is a series of posts that are, as the name implies, darker in nature. These are tales that can be a variety of things: dark, graphic, adult, creepy, scary, violent, weird, freaky, or just mildly macabre — they can be any or all of those…
I wanted to be certain of getting a poem posted today, since I missed a day earlier this week. But, there was much running around today, so I didn’t have much time to polish this. It may not be my best poem ever, but the sentiment comes from deep within my heart. I am lucky to still be head over heels in love after all these years.
The Man I Fell in Love-at-First-Sight With.
You said your…
“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil…” (Psalm 23:4, New King James Version)
“…before I go away to a land of darkness and gloom…” (Job 10:21, GOD’S WORD Translation)
Yea though I blindly cast about through The Valley of Darkness
Searching for the Meadow of Light –
a fear of deathly evil
shrieks warnings through the murky shadows.
There is no…
Technically, it is 2:29 a.m., Saturday, April 5. So, technically, NaPoWriMo, Day Five.
However, in my mind it is still Friday, April 4; as long as I am up, it’s still the same day. When I go to sleep and then wake up, then it will be tomorrow. So, this is still NaPoWriMo, Day Four.
(And, Hawaii is four hours earlier than Denver, so, it’s still Day Four there. Good enough for me.) :-)