Poem: “For Grandma”

My family and I lost someone very special to us this month; my grandma of 88 years, passed away Friday, May 8th. While words don’t really do her justice – (I’ve never had this problem before!) It certainly doesn’t hurt to try.

So, I wrote a poem to honor her, which I read at her memorial service. Afterwards, everyone came up and told me how great it was, how “perfect” it was and fitting for her. But inside I felt empty. A part of me was pleased that everyone liked it, but I didn’t feel like I deserved it; it wasn’t good enough, it didn’t feel complete. But I think it was because, in this case, words can never really express how someone was in life, how much they mean to you, how much you ache and feel sorrow because they are gone.

I think there comes a time (even for a writer) when words just aren’t enough. No matter how much you try. Regardless, my grandma was a beautiful woman inside and out…and I did it to honor her.

grandma rose

(Or if you click on my beautiful picture you can see a larger image and read the poem there.)

It reads:

The woman who loved the color purple

had laughter on her lips


and everywhere she walked and talked

there was a purpose to her quips


She was always there to lend an ear

no judgement in her mind


She was always there for everyone

hard-working, mischievous and kind


The woman who loved to laugh and camp

had compassion in her eyes


She didn’t have to do everything

but by golly, she did try!


She was a woman of many names

and as busy as can be


But no matter what you called her

she was always “Grandma” to me.







Poem: “Nature Walk”

Been a rough weekend. Here’s some scribbles I did the other day while out walking.


Nature Walk

I eagerly pull my head phones out of my ears,

I can hear the peepers; the birds chirping, a squirrel

scurry up a tree

But what’s the point of nature,

if the sounds of traffic drown out the joys of life

Here’s a tree, there’s a tree

they might as well be plastic trees

and rubber plants

and there’s the way of life

of technology,

of treasures

of things that are real, but are long forgotten.

When I walk in the woods,

it reminds me of my childhood.

The crickets are the sounds I fell asleep to

at night

the birds chirping a mid-afternoon melody

are the sounds of the trees clapping back and forth

and me laying on my quilt in the sunshine,

falling asleep to the music of silence

of trees chattering and chattering

and always getting the last word.

Another picture of the ducks at my work. They amuse me so much! Just chilling out, the best of friends.

Another random picture of the ducks at my work. They amuse me so much! Just chilling out, the best of friends.

Fill in the Blank: What are these two looking at?


I took this at work. The river runs right next to the building and here I found on my lunch break two male mallards sitting looking out towards the water.
It gets me thinking of two old man rocking on a front porch, passing the time away. Or maybe its two young men going: “where did all the females go? Do you see any of them, Henry?” (Because of course Henry is the perfect duck name :p)
Anywho, I thought it was amusing. Some pictures really are worth a thousand words. Comment with your own caption if you like!

Magnetic Poetry: “Disappointments”

Thought I’d post this real quick before the sweetie and I watch some Fast and the Furious 6, (we have been marathon-ing them after watching the 7th). Just some refrigerator musings:

wpid-img_20150430_191007639.jpghow do we live with eternity

when I want you

But he desires more than me


So I will kiss the sky and

laugh like [there] is fire in my life

and not be broken

Poem: “Mental Health Day”

She shows up to work with a purple eye

“Car accident,” she says and prods gingerly at her cheek

“Someone rear-ended me, didn’t notice the stop sign.”

Didn’t notice me.


But her friends at work notice

“She must be a terrible driver

to have so many car accidents,” someone says

“Terribly unlucky,” I say.

Unlucky in love, we all think.


“I was pretty shaken up,” she says

and rubs her right shoulder

There’s a bruise there that we can’t see

But no one can truly hide the bruises on their face


“I just needed a mental health day, you know.”

And she smiles a weak smile, winces as she shrugs

that bruised shoulder, and she looks at us

No, through us, searching. With eyes that see and see

but never land

Poem: “Monday Blues”

Today was…a disappointment
Monday yawned and stretched
And I with it
Maybe a quarter of a minute behind

Talked to a manager about bereavement
Five days with no pay, she said
Because you’re not full time
And you’re not full pay, and you work overtime
And overtime… With no benefits

Then it hits me all at once
Someone is dying you know
And you are sitting at work
Typing out someone else’s
Life disappointments
And you should be living
And remembering
And visiting not dying yourself
At a slow, data filled death

A few words, a comforting smile
And everything’s alright
But boy, they don’t know how fake it is
How your “allergies” are really tears
Running down your face

And everywhere is just aching, aching, aching
And there’s no benefits to living with a hole
You can’t fill

Flash Fiction: Testimony of Johnathan Lawrence, Murder Trial #4565

Um, I’m not really sure what happened here. I felt the pressure to write something new tonight, as I don’t want to disappoint those that have been looking for something new from me each night, but also because I really need to push myself to write everyday.

And when I push myself, I really do seem to surprise myself. Nothing is perfect, but it sure is entertaining sometimes. I also might be watching reruns of Bones tonight…which might act as some accidental inspiration. ;)

Happy Weekend everyone!

The Testimony of Johnathan Lawrence, Murder Trial #4565.

She’s got that look that she’s been used too many times. Like her face would have dried up, if she didn’t keep applying make up. Maybe last week she had a someone, maybe it was yesterday. What’s the term they use for women who have…let me say…”been around the bend?”

wpid-img_20150419_180345483.jpgAh, she had her uses I suppose. Her hair was that smooth, silky black, her eyes wounded, her lips pouty. I loved the way she chewed them when she was speaking to me. As if every word next out of that sticky, pink mouth was going to say something holy –  something worthy of remembering. She didn’t really have a sense of humor. It took her a while to get to the point. Or maybe that’s just because she thought too much about the answer. Thinks that maybe saying the wrong thing will get her hit again. Just how it happened when she was ten, just how it happened when she first slept with her ex-boyfriend.

[The first lawyer asks the witness] Did you hit her John?

No! I didn’t hit her! What kind of jackass do you think I am? I just like it when she did what she does. You know…down there. God, the magic of a woman’s mouth. You know, I liked it when she got real slippery…would giggle like a little girl. [Someone clears their throat. Probably the lawyer]. Huh. So that’s why she looked so wounded. You’d think she’d have figured out that’s not the way to be. Turns a man off, you know? I guess all the hitting made her stupid. She sure was nice to look at, though.

What was the name she gave me? Hell, if I remember. Anita? No, Laura? Yes, Laura. Laura Tippleton. She told me that she liked to go downtown sometimes at Midnight. That’s where they would find her. You know…her “conquests.” [Witness laughs]. That’s where she found me.

[The second lawyer, this one female asks:] Did she like to go down to the river?

Well, I guess. Maybe she would skip rocks or something like that. Fish. You know, she used to say if you look at the surface of the water long enough you could see the future, I just thought she got hit in the head too many times.

[The first lawyer looks up from the table where he sits next to a young man; a greasy young man who is hand cuffed and wears an orange jump suit.]

[The female lawyer asks] Do you think she saw anything in the river?

[The witness on the stand looks puzzled. He rubs at the grizzle on his face. Adjusts his red cap with oil-stained fingers.]

[The judge begs him to answer the question.]

[The witness’s eyes cross and his mouth works, then pauses, and then he speaks.] I guess not then, huh? Because that’s where they found her, isn’t? Hell, you never know the finality of life until it is staring you in the face. Plum, staring you in the face. Would have been nice of the river to tell her that. Maybe they wouldn’t have found her like they did. I wish I could have told her that. I, well…I’m sorry I couldn’t remember her name.

[The female lawyer gives him a long, hard look, but it is not completely unkind. Her eyes glance, just once over to the judge. She speaks.]   No further questions.

Magnetic Poetry: “Togetherness”

Because occasionally I guess I do really like that man in my life. ;)

I call this one, “Togetherness.” Was putting it together while we were making chili tonight for dinner. The poem started out a lot darker, but that’s not really the mood I wanted for tonight. I figured it would be nice to have a more positive note to this poem, considering all the lousy days I’ve been having lately. Plus, I really am just a sap at heart.


Each warm smile

was magic

we live wild

with blazing mornings

and times with you

that breathe and steam

an eternity young and never old

Game of Thrones Season 5 episode 2 Review: The House of Black and White

***Note: I meant to have this review out on Monday, but alas, work happened. -.-

Warning: Full spoilers a head…

Credit: HBO

Credit: HBO

Well, Game of Thrones is done for another week, but what to say about the latest episode? Again, it didn’t seem like much happened; there were a lot of stories covered, but it didn’t have the intensity as the season premiere. Arya’s story kicks off the episode and if you were expecting a lot of scenes of hers, you will be sorely disappointed.

Our youngest Stark girl has finally made her way to Bravos and then to the house of the black and white. She knocks on the door and asks the man in a cloak who answers if Jaqen H’ghar is there, but the man knows no one by that name. Discouraged, she throws away the coin that Jaqen had given her. Then later, when she encounters some young men in the streets who intend to do her harm, the mysterious man from the house of black and white appears suddenly, gives her back the coin and turns into Jaqen. When questioned why he said he didn’t know anyone by that name, he replies with that he is nobody and nobody is who she must become.

Credit: HBO

Credit: HBO

Brienne of Tarth and Pod come across Sansa and Petyr Baelish in an Inn on the road. After swearing her loyalty to Sansa and to her late mother, Sansa, (not surprisingly) refuses Lady Brienne’s help, and is encouraged by Baelish not to trust her. After Baelish’s men try unsuccessfully to kill both Brienne and Pod, they return to the road with Brienne’s insistence that they will follow them to keep Sansa safe.

Meanwhile, in King’s Landing, Cersei has received a message from Dorne in regards to her daughter’s safety, and Jaime makes plans with Bronn to travel to Dorne to bring his daughter back to them. Cersei also spends time on the counsel acting as hand for her son, who she claims has not chosen a hand, but that she will be more than willing to fill the role for the time being. She has surrounded herself with an unseemly bunch, which does not go unnoticed by Cersei’s uncle who leaves the meeting disgusted and irritated by Cersei’s choices and her assumption of power.

In Dorne, Ellaria Sand wants revenge for Prince Oberon’s death and threatens to harm Myrcella. She offers to send Myrcella back to Cersei in pieces, but the Prince of Dorne claims that they do not harm children. She says that she has the sand snakes (who we have disappointingly yet to see) and then leaves in a big huff.

Meanwhile, in Meereen, the Unsullied find a member of the Son’s of the Harpy for Dany and brings them to her for judgement. However, the representative of the slaves believes that the man does not deserve a trial and takes it upon himself to kill the Harpy for Dany. Instead of being pleased by this decision, she is forced to show her people, the former slaves of meereen, the difference between freedom and justice, and has the slave executed.

Which probably was not the best decision, because the slaves grow angry and collectively fight each other and hiss at Dany. Clearly shaken by the ordeal, she retires to her chambers only to see that her black dragon, Drogon, has returned to her. He sniffs at her hand for a brief moment and then leaves Dany, who is clearly crestfallen by the encounter.

Tyrion and Varys continue to make their way towards Meereen and Tyrion has some clever and amusing lines about the carriage that they are traveling in and how it is like a box, and how dwarves and eunuchs seem suited for such things. He remarks that there is a bug in the carriage to which Varys says something along the lines that it would be good for Tyrion to eat something solid for once. Har. Har.

Credit: HBO

Credit: HBO

At the Wall, Jon Snow gets elected Lord Commander, after clever words from Samwell Tarly about how Jon commanded them and led them through the battle with the Wildings. Stannis isn’t pleased that Jon put Mance out of his misery, but he wants the north and offers to make Jon a Stark and the true lord to Winterfell. Jon admits to Sam that it is one of the first things he’s ever wanted; but of course he doesn’t take it, because it would be going against his vows. This is why we love Jon Snow. So noble! (And handsome!)

And that’s pretty much it! I have to admit to being a little disappointed in this episode, although I have read other reviews that have differing opinions. After getting a quarter of the way into book four, I am starting to realize why the show’s creators are having to deviate from what happens in the book. Not a lot happens! And book four is full of lesser characters and is sooo boring.

On the other hand, there are still stories that I love; Arya’s, for example. Before, I had no idea that the show was changing so much from the novels…and I guess ignorance truly is bliss, because now I’m like: what the heck? How do you guys out there loyal to the books stand it? Most of the stories seem to have end up like they were supposed to in the end, but some are so different!

The story that I’m worried about most is Arya’s. Surely, they can’t mess up that? Did you guys have any thoughts about this week’s episode? What did you think?

Here’s a peek at the next episode:

(And this is how I feel about reading the Greyjoy’s stories in book four, lol!)


Magnetic Poetry: “Saturday Night”

This is for you guys and gals that get to go out tonight and tomorrow night and have fun on the town…I can’t because of stupid work tomorrow. (grumble, grumble.) Had this one on my fridge for a week or so. I kinda love it, if I do say so myself. ;)

wpid-img_20150417_195846631.jpgSaturday Night

We dazzle

and explore

buried our Gods

and every dance

and after smile

was like blue liquid

and wild fire in our bellies

I wanted to say “wild fire in our mouths,” but I couldn’t find the world mouth in my magnetic poetry. Stay safe everyone out tonight!

Happy Weekend!