Category Archives: Words

Short Poems I’ve Written

  • a place of my own
    sunlight settling
    dappled on my deck
    pale drops puddling
    across worn wooden slats
    solace and solitude
    and peace
  • ABCDenial
    absolutely everybody (except for those who knew)
    believed the lie (even when forced to dodge the truth)
    choosing to turn an eye (blind, of course)
    downcast in humility (however false it is).
  • Shelter
    Do you remember that day
    bruised sky and
    us with no umbrella?
    Splash dashing to the treeline
    and huddled laughter
    while you reached your jacket over
    us like a soggy canvas cover
    to shield me from the unlikely event
    of a tree branch falling on my head,
    and even though
    we knew
    it was so silly,
    for those few moments I honestly believed
    that your love
    was all I needed.
  • Solitude
    solitude becomes me
    it calms my heart
    it slows my speedcar thoughts
    yellow flag flapping in the wind
    telling me to take it easy
  • Meanwhile
    I have intended for some time
    to get on with this thing called my life
    but meanwhile living
    keeps getting in the way.
  • Dessert
    hot sun breathing on my skin
    you, the sprinkles on my cone
    dripping delicious trails across my fingers
    i lick you up
  • Sentiment
    Dry those wasted tears
    Shore up your unstable heart
    Love’s horizon glows
  • Happy
    Laughter dances in his eyes
    Smile plays upon his lips
    Joy is heard in every sigh
    Happy words and clever quips
    He winks, he grins, his heart is light
    Just the way he used to be
    Loves shines forth and all is right.
    Too bad it isn’t still for me.
  • Red
    feasting on tomorrow’s steak
    with a gleaming bottle of History at the table
    and though it ought to be bitter
    it goes down smooth with a
    surprising bite
    right at the very end
    so pop the cork and pour the wine
    wrought from my own vineyard
    of experience
    each grape a drop of pleasure
    from a past i should regret
    but don’t
  • Road Trip
    in the center of my universe
    standing ground
    looking round
    full tank of gasoline to get me
    anywhere
    everywhere
    away from here and to somewhere
    but where is there
    and there is where
    so many roads snake out from here
    i don’t know
    where to go
    every road untraveled in my life
    but for the one
    i’ve just been on
    how do i know which one to take
    greener grass
    doesn’t last
    i guess the choice is up to me
    spin around
    moving ground
    pop a licorice stick in my mouth
    signal on
    and i’m gone

Books About Writing That Are On My Bookshelf

  • On Writing, Stephen King
  • How Not To Write A Novel, Howard Mittelmark & Sandra Newman
  • The Forest for the Trees: An Editor’s Advice to Writers, Betsy Lerner
  • Writer’s Market
  • Revision & Self-Editing, Bell
  • The Writer’s Digest Guide to Query Letters, Burt-Thomas
  • Thanks, But This Isn’t For Us, Jessica Page Morrell
  • Characters & View Point, Orson Scott Card (Elements of Fiction Writing series)
  • Description, Monica Wood  (Elements of Fiction Writing series)

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Misspoken Phrases That Drive Me Crazy

  1. My’s well     (Might as well)
  2. Cool, calm, and collective     (Cool, calm, & collected)
  3. For all intensive purposes     (For all intents and purposes)
  4. Old-timer’s disease     (Alzheimer’s disease)
  5. Irregardless     (Regardless)
  6. I could care less     (I couldn’t care less)
  7. Cactuses     (Cacti)
  8. Nip it in the butt   (Nip it in the bud)

 

39 Hilariously Misspelled Tattoo Fails

Tuesday Twos-day

  • two of a kind
  • tea for two
  • two shakes of a lamb’s tail
  • bicycle built for two
  • two by four
  • two step
  • two is company
  • two peas in a pod
  • a one, and a two…
  • put two and two together
  • catch 22
  • two cents worth
  • goody two shoes
  • two heads are better than one
  • two wrongs don’t make a right
  • take two aspirin and call me in the morning
  • terrible twos
  • kill two birds with one stone
  • two can play
  • two to tango

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Wednesday Words

When willingly working
while weirdly wired
we wondered
would wagon wheels work?

We whispered wildly
whilst whipping whisks
which wouldn’t wreck
winter’s wonderlands
whether wanted, wasted, wrangled, Wisconsinized.

What will
wacky workmen wreck?

Wonderfully wide-eyed
we waited
wanton, willful, wistful
watching warblers with wings