Category Archive: Words

Shameless self-promotion

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Hey!  I have to do this once in a while, and it’s only 88 words. Starting January 26, I’m enrolled in a   Kindle Countdown Deal Atto Run is 99 cents the first day and… Continue reading

Used to

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  I used to believe  poetry had to rhyme. . I used to believe, words were the expression. . Poetry is my heart expressing my joy and sorrow. . Words are the tear drops… Continue reading

Anger’s cloud

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  I’d like to say, “Your words hurt.” Instead, I stroke our 4-footed companions. . I’d like to say, “Go away, I’m through talking to you.” But you say it first. . I’d like… Continue reading

Pathways

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Failure is God’s way of nudging you toward your best path.   Keep searching, until you awaken one morning happy to embrace life, eagerly climbing what others see as the steep mountain crevices… Continue reading

LAZY

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Being lazy tonight. I love writing replies to other people’s blogs, soooo…I’m taking parts of replies I’ve made and sharing them with you.  They’re more fun to read when they’re out of context:… Continue reading

Verbal gymnastics (aka fun-with-words)

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The artificiality of writing simple poetry without the words am/was/is/are/ have been/will be the verbal tar that sticks the glitter to the glue, a timely sentence verbal hue… to find another, stronger, word appears abysmally absurd.

Seeing the light at the end of the funnel

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When I don’t know where else to turn, when I don’t know what to do, I sit in the dark and type at God, or maybe the universe and quite possibly myself.  As… Continue reading

Dreams and writing

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Ever have one of those dreams where it’s so real you can feel the bed under you, the colors on the wall are vivid, and the first question on your mind is, “How… Continue reading

NaNoWriMo day 6: Eye(s) Sore

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Update on NaNoWriMo:   16,894 words, 5 hours a day(not all at once–and only an estimate) for 6 days @ 50 – 90 wpm typing speed. I can’t vouch for the quality,  just the… Continue reading

Peace meal

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God, I’m back again, wondering…was I adopted? Your sister needs sunshine.  You need a cave.  Weird happens.  That’s not what you want to know. Why can’t I write artistry into my words like… Continue reading