Can something be a pet peeve if you've only experienced it once? I ask because something happened over the weekend that made me bat shit bonkers annoyed and I never ever ever want to see it again... but the times being what they are I'm quite sure it's going to happen at some point. You … Continue reading a new pet peeve is born…
night and day…
Fear can be a motivating factor. Especially in the night or wee hours of morning. Before dawn brings with it soothing light to remind us that our worst nightmares are not about to come true. What is it about those horrible places that dreams can take us? Waking up with that seed of horror planted … Continue reading night and day…
the long lost poems…
So they aren't really lost, nor were they written too long ago in the grand scheme of things, but I would say 16 years is long enough to pull them out of their paper tombs. I'm in the process of typing up and storing away many of my old pieces and as I do so … Continue reading the long lost poems…
perfecting the pickle…
I got a little obsessed a while ago with the making and consuming of refrigerator pickles. I like pickles. They're tasty. I hope we're not arguing this fact. My fridge pickles? Well they were okay. I'm looking forward to making another batch soon. I think I've established what I did and didn't like about them, … Continue reading perfecting the pickle…
almost spring cleaning…
I woke up in the morning when the sun was sunny and popped out of bed like some chipper little bunny rabbit or something eager to start my day. My day chocked full of a ton of menial little tasks! Closet cleaning, drawer sorting, book boxing, dish washing tasks! And away we went. Up up … Continue reading almost spring cleaning…
snowfuckingday…
After several false starts we've got a snow day. A fucking snow day. For those of you that live somewhere that actually gets snow let me explain a Portland snow day to you. You only know it's a snow day because the school district calls to wake you up to tell you it's a snow … Continue reading snowfuckingday…
a never have…
Try as I might I've never managed to finish a love poem Started Stopped Scrapped midway Turned into a murder ballad Words about lust Or loss But started and finished With And in Love? Never. There shouldn't be The end
mending…
I sat with needle and thread. And tweezers and scissors. And an ice cold drink, just in case. But I sat with needle and thread and mended things that needed mending. A button here, a ripped seam there. And the zipper of my favorite bag. The end stop had come off and when I unzipped … Continue reading mending…
the gray in between…
I never know if it's just me. Can't quite work out if it's just my mind that plays this way. But I pick out words. Phrases. Thoughts. And I retain them for years. Sometimes they're my own words, sometimes they're the words of others. You'd think this would come in handy in certain situations. Like … Continue reading the gray in between…
seeing red…
Standing before a clump of bushes I pulled my shirt out and let the red berries I was gathering collect in the little well that was made. I took my time. Pinching the berries off the branches with my tiny thumb and forefinger and carefully pulling off all the stems and leaves. When I'd gathered … Continue reading seeing red…
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