And this Mama Bear will be retreating to her den shortly. I just couldn’t help myself about this prompt. Next thing I know, I’m creating a post on my phone. Hope you enjoy it. And—happy holidays.
Hello, lovely readers--It's comin' on Christmas... A warm thank you to Editor Barbara Harris Leonhard for giving my poema nesting place in her magazine on the World Wide Web. For…
Friends, I wanted to recite this one into my phone but found something better.Please enjoy. https://youtu.be/kWDCCf1CYXI?si=sJVVy5t_HK59kvPM&t=268 Starts at 4:28 YouTube: https://youtu.be/kWDCCf1CYXI?si=sJVVy5t_HK59kvPM&t=268 Image by Melanie from Pixabay, Retouched on Canva Thanks for being here.…
With bitter regret, mine heart’s been laden Since Hallowmas when thou our bed-vow broke And now perjured be roam I loath-burdened Waiting for the day this prank I do choke…
Riddle: What do word enthusiast do when they're struggling with nervousness, and feel like a turtle that someone kicked and left struggling to flip itself over? Answer: They write a Sonnet! Come read mine, please.
I bless you and wish you safe, joyous, and bright festivities: Happy Winter Solstice and Merry Christmas 2022. See you in the New Year.
A past, scars, and embarrassment-- we all have them. So when that carousel of dreams comes along, bearing sepia photos, heed the call. Count your blessings and surrender.
Happy Friday all, and happy penultimate day of Na/GloPoWriMo 2022! Pat yourselves on the shoulder, dear friends-- we made it! Yay. I am so grateful for your support and encouragement. You da best! xoxo
Collaborating with Experiments in Fiction Website, where exists a bodega of chilling posts that would otherwise be roaming the blogger-sphere like zombies. Join in for the festive sonnet bonanza you will not soon forget.
Started out trying to write a Shakespearean sonnet, but ended up with a string of Clerihews that sounded like Sonnets. Oh my! Read to see what happened next. Hint: good life lesson.
The scary part about finding a spider in your bedroom is NOT seeing them on the wall; it gets scary when you don’t see them run off somewhere else. Sheesh. And then you spend the entire night tidying your bedroom. Right?
Riddle: What do word enthusiast do when they're derailed and out of the vortex; and feel like a turtle that someone kicked and left struggling to flip itself over? Answer: They write a Sonnet! Come read mine, please.