Category Archive: poet

Books. But also, spilt milk

Where to even begin? Let’s start with all the books. All of them. Because that’s what I’ve been doing since I last posted. Reading and reading and reading. In between books, somehow my… Continue reading

Dreaming

With increasing frequency, I have been dreaming of books. And I am blaming it all on Laura Ingalls Wilder. She celebrated a birthday last week and since then I haven’t been able to… Continue reading

Tyger

Tiger tiger, burning bright In my closet while I write. Will I share you with the world Or keep you hidden from its might? In closets deep and skies so fair I catch… Continue reading

Starlight

Dusky love, skies. Dusty love, bound pages. Love. Filmy evening skies make it hard for me to read by starlight. But still I try. My eyes sting and burn. I strain. I need… Continue reading

Pinterest: A Cautionary Tale

Pinterest is a land full of things that I mostly never make. But I like to look at. I think of it sort of like a china cabinet, full of curios. Things people… Continue reading

The Event.

So a few weeks ago, there was An Event. In my house. On my stairs. Sounds dramatic, right? Well, it was. I almost DIED. (This may be a slight exaggeration) After one of… Continue reading

Watermelon: A love story

About 3 weeks ago I bought a personal watermelon. Perhaps you are like me and find the idea of a label for a watermelon, intimating that its for ‘personal use’, amusing? Partially that’s… Continue reading

Focal point

I need to write a book. I just finished a book that made me want to write one of my one. The story was intriguing. The plot left me anticipating the final book.… Continue reading

Small moments

Calm of sorts, Wide wide eyes Sweat, stress, tight. Breathing. My internal mind becomes tightly focused. I pretend. And I am good at it. I bet you didn’t know that I was this… Continue reading

Huge giant parenting fail

Summer vacation is that time of the year where small boys, whose Dads are teachers, stay home all summer and do fun things. Or at least I think that’s the general idea. Summer… Continue reading

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