I hope you enjoy my ramblings! December 16, 2010. This piece is from an extremely interesting prompt over at Big Tent Poetry. There is no way I could ever do justice to his idea, but here is my lame attempt. The dead girl waits and watches.

Life is the dancer and you are the dance. Monday, June 6, 2011. The majority of my work will be going there. Sunday, June 5, 2011.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012. I like the cleaner look for my poetry posts. My Aspen Meadows blog will remain on Blogger. I hope to see you at the new place -. Wednesday, March 28, 2012. Monday, March 26, 2012. Day 9 List of 23.

nans musings on the mundane, music and more. Tuesday, December 27, 2016. 2233 is that a whimper? Christmas has come and gone. Is officially 10 years old. This is my two-thousand-two-hundred and thirty-third post. I was thinking yesterday that I seem to have lost my blogging mojo, and maybe for good. If this is true, I am going out with a whimper, it seems, because I still like coming back to the keyboard and typing away when the fancy strikes. And then I take a deep.

Saturday, June 25, 2016. Driving home early in the morning from my other job one Sunday, I turned the radio to the local AM channel. I never knew that the music was anything special until many years in college when friends played the music. From upper-class backgrounds, their interest in the music was as connoisseurs of a music that.

Monday, April 9, 2018. I used to wish my. Now I realize that living. Thursday, April 5, 2018. It was another good date. We went back to his place. It was a good time. Until things went too far. It was no longer a good date. He pulled my legs apart.

Sunday, 8 January 2017. Indisposed in her sketchbook, tracing the tentacled yew tree. 8220;What of the Undermoon? .

Sunday, 11 August 2013. Oh, that stark light you sent to illuminate my pounding heart. Your striking colour - a stain on the grey concrete of me. incentive to race, to scatter seed, to love. I strain at these self imposed chains that hitch me to myself. I wallow in my indecision, as you circle . Written for Wordle 121 at The Sunday Whirl. Sunday, 26 February 2012. Cumbersome words, black and unwieldy,.

My feet like it, but my brain is in full sand rebellion. I want to go sailing, but my stomach is saying no. I grab my notebook to jot down some notes, begin a poem. But all I can think of is Seurat painting scenes of Honfleur.