Understanding Loneliness

I get up in the morning,
Alone in the bed;
I glance all around,
To find there is no one,
To say good day;
I pull myself to start afresh,
As I stride through,
The daily chores;
As I talk to myself,
Ahead the day seems bore. 37 more words

Bad Poetry Weekend #21: Not Telling The Truth Is Different From Lying

You remember what Dr. House said? “Everybody lies.” But not all lies are created equal.

This is a lovely song to listen to while reading this. 90 more words


The Catharsis of Dark YA

I’ve sometimes used books as an escape, as a way to explore something new, as a way to be someone else for a while. I’ve used them as entertainment, as inspiration, as a challenge to my writing. 334 more words

I have no real energy left to explain anything to full grown adults with access to books, the internet, and their own sane minds.

If you are a black man that complains about racism but want me to shut up about sexism. 85 more words


Oh my...Mycology!

Nature alone is antique, and the oldest art a mushroom.

Thomas Carlyle

I went on a spontaneous hike with my hubby & it became the highlight of my week.

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Adventures Of A Well Dressed Tomboy


/n/ the purification and purgation of emotions—especially pity and fear—through art or any extreme change in emotion that results in renewal and restoration.

Until today, the life had been drained out of me. 247 more words


Reflection on Peace...

I love mornings. I hate waking up, but I love mornings. That’s why I tend not to sleep very much.

Mornings are so peaceful that they allow me to find a thought in the complex whirlpool of confusion that I call my brain. 399 more words