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In Sickness and in Health

Mini Poetry: When the Time Comes

Hey guys! Quick survey! I made a “mini” of my poem from two days ago. Would this be something of interest for y’all if I started making minis of my longer poems and listing them on Etsy? Thanks in advance for the feedback! ❤ MUAH!

Blink Blink…

#WeGotOurselvesAKeeper Yeah. That actually happened hahaha. Any writers out there care to share a memorable *blink blink* moment? We’ve all had them. Of all kinds. What’s your (humiliating/brow-raising/infuriating/etc) experience? We all love a good story! #BlinkBlinkWriterMoment BEGINS! Whether you were on the receiving end or you’ve dished it out yourself, I would love to see what kind of hilarity will ensue! Cheers!

When the Time Comes

My Unconditional Lover

Home sick. Wake up. Cough. Shower. Cough. Groan. Stare at myself in the mirror and sigh because I know it’s going to be a long day. Wallow in self-pity. Walk into the kitchen to make breakfast…and find this waiting for me. #MyLifePoetic In seeing this gesture…I’m (duh) overwhelmed. But I’m also reminded of how quickly we forget that there are people who care for us deeply (I know I’m certainly guilty), especially when we aren’t looking. People who love us without limits or expectations, reminding us that it’s going to be okay. I pray we all see and recognize that kind…

Haiku #112

“Star-Crossed Fool” Series.  My dear lover…there are hundreds of thousands of words in the English language, yet you choose to confine her within a handful of nouns and adjectives? Open your mind, and in doing so, open your eyes! Dear heart, the stars are dying and so are we, but she need not be reminded of her mortality. #girlwiththepearlearring

Haiku #111

“Star-Crossed Fool” Series. My dear lover…why confine the galaxies to her eyes? Why is that the only beauty you see in them? Look closer…for it is SHE that resides in those freckled worlds. Not some dark, numb, intangible void. Look closer and see…she demands it of you.

Would You Stay If I Asked You To…

That Man, Mmm

An old one-liner I forgot about. It’s been said before, I’m sure (another reason I avoid one-liners), but it had to be said about him. ❤ Much love to you all. Thank you for hanging with me while I mourned the loss of my puppy. It was a LOT harder than I imagined. But stay tuned…the Rhetorical Redhead is gaining speed for some exciting writing projects. (A hint…almost done revamping my blog, and there’s some fun news simmering on the back burner for this upcoming winter, spring, AND summer.)

Life & Death

What do you do when your mama calls you to say your puppy is not doing well and that it might be “time”? You drive over, play with the dogs and give copious amounts of love, tuck them into bed, then console each other over tea and brownies and typewriter *dings* and stories of youth and old age and living and dying. It never gets easier with our pets, does it? I think it’s harder to lose a pup than it is to lose a person. It’s the quiet way that they live and die and leave their pawprints on…

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