Book review: ‘Re-Create and Celebrate’ by Cindy Georgakas

I'll put my cards out on the table. Firstly, I consider Cindy Georgakas to be a dear friend, which is why I read her book, as I've never been inclined to read 'self help' literature. Secondly, I have never before written a book review. My initial commitment to write a review of Cindy's maiden book… Continue reading Book review: ‘Re-Create and Celebrate’ by Cindy Georgakas

You, or: No one else

Poetry Partners #185 A poem by Melissa Lemay of 'Mom with a Blog' Be yourself with egg on your face; in the dark; naked by the pool. Be yourself under the stars on the wings of Falkor. No one else has that same dimple on their left cheek; no one else’s freckles spot the same.… Continue reading You, or: No one else

REBLOG: ‘Weathering the Storm of Life’ by Colleen Chesebro

Poem: Pale sun glow, winter solstice light fades. The shortest day—darkness descends, wraps me in a blanket womb of warmth next to you. Frosty morning squinty-sunshine breaks over the treeline. Hot coffee, dark brewed, reminds me of the scent of rich fertile fields. Together, we drink to face another day. The calm before the storm.… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘Weathering the Storm of Life’ by Colleen Chesebro

Moments, or: Peas in a pod

An American sentence: Joy is a child unexpectedly sighting a friend at the playground. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He felt that… Continue reading Moments, or: Peas in a pod

Spoiled, or: Happy

A 'Shadorma' I confess We have spoiled our child; She enjoys receiving gifts on holidays, birthdays, and throughout the year. Our spoiled child decided to bake chocolate cookies for her entire class, just to share in her happiness. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #166 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offers this photo of a… Continue reading Spoiled, or: Happy

Turning 120

As some of my WP-friends have noted, my birthday was last week; I turned 43-years-old. 👴🏼 Anyway, I'm not much into celebrating my birthday, but I consider it important to do so for my daughter's sake; and we decided to go out for a late brunch on Friday to a local café that specializes in… Continue reading Turning 120

The calm, or: The storm

A sijo I am not more motivated, nor am I happier; The anxiety medication is clearly working well; I can soberly observe my flaws better than ever before Sijo? A Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka and comprised of three lines of 14-16 syllables each, for a total of 44-46 syllables. Each line contains a pause near… Continue reading The calm, or: The storm