THE FUTURE

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity. ~ Gilda…

NO ENDINGS ALLOWED

It’s been a little over 25 years since my husband and I became a couple.  I wrote this a year ago and it still holds as true today as it did then. I am NOT an endings kind of girl. Chances are if I ever loved you in any way then I still do; I…

MY NAME IS MIDNIGHT

Written by HastyDad (Howie) and HastyWords   I was the first silence you heard I held you tight inside my beat Vibrations you could only feel Then as you developed and grew My silence was audible to you A sound growing louder with time You see, man uses this beat to dance Notes felt way…

WILL MY EYES POP OUT?

 DO I HAVE ALZHEIMER’S? “I am worried I am getting Alzheimer’s” my daughter said as she wrinkled her forehead at me. “First, what makes you think you are getting Alzheimer’s and second, how do you even know what that is?” I asked her calmly. “Because I forgot what the word for losing your memory was…

FILTER ME

Originally posted on jlindsey88's Blog:
Filtered. Disguised. Hidden. I feel like a lot of us spend our lives presenting a certain “portrait” of ourselves to the world. We portray only certain parts of us to those around us. We hide the struggles in our lives and do not open up about the less than…

MOMSTERS IN THE DARK

    I posted a poem/story/photograph earlier today. In the photograph I mentioned Kristina Hickman.  In linking her name to a post she did earlier this year I found this one. Kristina is important to me.  She is important to my family. Kristina, I love you… THIS poem… I am so sorry… I wish I…

What It Takes

Originally posted on The SisterWives:
? I have a propensity for following bloggers who make me think and feel as much as they make me laugh. This isn’t an easy combo, as most of you know. It takes a willingness to be vulnerable, the courage to be honest, and the ability to make typed words drip with…