Somewhere in the middle it stops making sense. The painting turns muddy. The story forgets where it was going. The project looks nothing like the vision that kept me tossing and turning at night. I think this is where I most feel like quitting. Not because I can’t do it but because it no longer…
Summer was born on the hottest day of the year in a field of weeds in the middle of a family reunion. She is like a weed in so many ways. She embodies growth, freedom, and colorful rebellion. She doesn’t wait for permission to belong she just grows into the spaces she wants to be…
POET BIO: Meet Camilla. She is deeply respectful of her heritage. She is the keeper of her roots and a collector of memories. She gathered the stories of strength from the generations before her and carries them each as a whisper in her heart. This respect for her culture is the grounding force that shapes…
POET BIO: Wilma was born in a garden under the soft amber light of the Harvest Moon. She believes everything we feel can be seen in the Earth’s rhythms. The rain reflects our tears, thunder echoes our rage, flowers bloom with our joy, and still water mirrors our peace. She is steady, nurturing, and quietly…
It’s that time of year again. I am making the creative commitment to blog with the Cheer Peppers #nanopoblano2025 again as I have for the last several years. This year I am hoping to have three new blog posts each week for the next month. Over the next four weeks, I’ll be blending my passion…
This piece is titled DEPRESSION. Most of you know I started a blog over a decade ago. I didn’t realize at the time I was suffering from depression. My ex husband’s middle name was Hasty so I called it Hastywords. It was a family name I wanted to honor since the family name ended with…
I painted this dancer and I messed up her arms. But I rather like it. I can relate. My body has its own rules Hidden, not written down Vague and unclear Very fog of war and unfair And when I make progress The rules change again Some things I get ya know Wrinkles come with…
I just stood up from working on my website. It’s dark out. The day just faded away without my notice. I planned some cool new things and started around 10 am to get to it but as sometimes happens I clicked the wrong thing and good freaking lord it took this long to fix it.…
A NANOPOBLANO POST Hi. People call me Hasty. I’ve changed so much since I started this blog. I barely recognize the person who came here trying to find myself. It’s amazing what you can learn about yourself when you start stringing thoughts together using words. I’m amazed at how much can happen in a few…
Hello my friends. It’s been quite awhile since I’ve posted a new #BeReal piece but I met Matthew Mattocks and wanted you to meet him too. I’ve been Facebook friends with Matthew for many years. He was and is a friend to a few of my good friends. I recently joined him with my friends…
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