Unprompted – ‘Keeping Tradition’

I have been writing very little so far this year, but really, I can’t seem to find the time with everything right now. In a month I will be moving across the country, and my hands have literally been full with the subject of this poem. (I am determined to give my grandmother a finished afghan back, and I am half done as you can see above. I should’ve planned the colors and patterns better, honestly.)

‘Keeping Tradition’

The family afghans and quilts are made
By hand for married grandchildren.
Our grandmother, when aged well, but not
Quite well aged, use to spend months
With the monks cloth braced between
Her piercing fingers, tracing the patterns
Weeks before the needle ever dared to dart
And plant the yarn between its timid floats.

We were all suppose to get one.
In determination she bought the cloth,
And cut it before we even knew our own names.
The colors were selected with some divine
Understanding of each one of us, knowing
What we’d grow to prefer in adulthood.
At each marriage announcement she began
Weaving with pride and fearlessness.

Everyone has had one gifted to them, but me-
My family is quickly growing tired of me
Not telling them all the important things
They think they want and are willing to know.
Finally, last month my grandmother handed me
Three yards of indigo monks cloth and two needles,
She told me that once I buy my yarn to start
With a diamond pattern – the best for beginners.

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Unprompted – ‘Good Morning’

So I was planing to resume posting at least weekly like… a month or two ago, but then I got double pneumonia and work went a little crazy. I’m moving in about a month so I don’t know how active I’ll be – but hopefully I’ll pick back up again!

‘Good Morning’

Good morning,
It is dead silent and still dark outside
With all the cars sleeping in their spots,
Owners going slow in sleep without them,
Or in dreams going fast without them.

A stray cat is watching me watch him
Blinks, turns around, and carries on
His morning routine, and
I turn in time to carry on my own
Another step, walking, again, continuing.

It is uncanny and warm,
An oddly comforting dark February morning
With the moon contemplating it’s long shift
Watching over all the little things
We have built and become below it.

I step out into the street
As I do every morning at four am,
Drowsy and half stuck in some dream,
I step out and stop half across
Wondering if the car lights will catch me.


If you like my writing please check out my book Moth-Like. It can be bought on Amazon here.

Unprompted – Making Art

Let’s start the year off with writer’s block. It’s usual a blessing in disguise because if I wasn’t questioning my ability to write before, then I sure am now. It’s not as bad as it was though – for a solid month now I haven’t been able to really get anything on paper that I liked. I didn’t want to share or post pieces I didn’t enjoy on the premise nobody probably would enjoy them. I’ve a lot of editing ahead of me, that’s for sure.


‘Making Art’

Nothing quite flows easily tonight
But everything comes to together
In time, in tired, long awaited time.

Whether it’s weaving or writing,
Art begins first as a dream, drawn out
It becomes something a little more-

But also something a little less perfect than
The dream it originally was dreamed,
Such is reality with all its law abiding imperfections.

I’ve got stories in my head, pictures in my eyes,
And yet I cannot get it just right in the moment
My pencil touches down, and it’s more than frustrating.

The simple amount of time it takes
Almost isn’t worth it, a skill of endless possibilities
Taking endless patience and more than endless practice.

It feels unfair, because it feels just right there
On the tips of my fingers and tongue, waiting for me
To do something with it other than spend long nights blankly.


If you like my writing please check out my book Moth-Like. It can be bought on Amazon here.

Unprompted – ‘A Taste of Life’

A quick post for today, I finally finished this little piece after sitting on it for over a year. Hope you enjoy!

‘A Taste of Life’

In adulthood I have learned
To love the taste of many things.
Black coffee and cold tea, both
Sitting, waiting on my desk for me.

Alcohol sweet and burning,
Greeting me as welcome its fire
In the back of my throat
After a long exhausting day full of life.

And the world, oh the world I have tasted
In all it’s seasons, phases of growth and decay.
Sweet and ripe summer, chilly crisp winter,
The clouds, the air, the sunshine all on my lips.

I have learned to love the taste of life.
With my tongue, my teeth – gorging myself
On my memories, bright candy like fragments,
And rotten, half chewed stories spanning years.

I have learned the taste of so many things,
Happiness, inspiration, disappointment, and fear.
I have tried to eat all of them at least once-
I have swallowed sadness and pride.

I’ve tasted my remorse and salty tears.
I have ate everything I have dared to eat-
Even love, but I found it was too bitter
Or maybe it was too sweet for me.

If you like my writing please check out my book Moth-Like. It can be bought on Amazon here.

Unprompted – ‘Recognition’

I’ve spent the last few days getting my files in order, and let me tell you I didn’t think I had written as much as I did in this last year. In 2017 I wrote and finished 150 pieces, most of them nothing too great, but learning experience all the more. I want to start 2018 on the right foot and keep writing, so the plan is to post three times a week at the very least. I want to continue developing my writing and I greatly appreciate all the people who’ve taken their time to read my posts. Please, don’t feel shy about commenting! I’d love to hear what you enjoyed and why.

As for today I want to share one the last pieces I wrote in 2017, to bridge the gap between the two years.



Recognize me for I have lived
Despite it all,
The desperate attempts
Both at living and dying.
The world can be so beautiful,
But ugly
In the same breath of wind.

Have you ever looked
Into the eye of a tornado?
It is godly in its existence,
Seemly so cruel, but it’s just doing
What it was created to do.
Recognize me,

Recognize yourself,
You might not have seen the eye of a tornado,
Or even seen just a tornado waltzing
It’s way from one field to another,
But I know, as undoubtedly you do,
That you have seen casual cruelty.
Be proud and recognize yourself
When you next see you
Staring back from the mirror
Or some picture.

If you like my writing please check out my book Moth-Like. It can be bought on Amazon here.

Late December Update

I’ve officially survived the holiday season while working in retail. The last month and a half had my schedule all over the place, which was exhausting. Hopefully with 2018 around the corner things will calm down and I can start posting regularly again!

As for NaNoWriMo – it went smoothly until half way through November. I’d said I was going to write and post while visiting family for a few days, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. I wrote a lot and enjoyed it immensely while I could, and will definitely be participating next year. I still plan to publish a new book before March, with my plan to move across the country coming sooner and sooner I need all the extra income I can get.

Lately I’ve had a writers block. I have a tendency to just try and wait through my blocks if trying to forced my way out doesn’t work. I’ve written a few pieces, but it wasn’t enjoyable and I had no luck kick-starting creativity. So I’ve turned my attention to other things momentarily, though with work as crazy as it’s been I haven’t had much time to enjoy old hobbies. I’ve re-picked up some favorite books, weaved a bit, and played video games. Which on that topic, Doki Doki Literature Club has been giving me writing feels. I know that there’s a lot of jokes about it because it is a cutesy game with some serious dark undertones (which to be honest is one of my favorite genres – I love anything that blends tragedy, horror, and humor), but until I started playing it I didn’t realize that a good portion of the game is poetry based. Every night the protagonist writes a poem and the next day he shows it to the girls and the show what they wrote back. It’s a really refreshing twist on showing the psychological states of the girls as the game progresses, not to mention the club’s president gives writing tips every meeting when you show your poem to her.

It’s weirdly inspiring.

Anyway, I hope everyone has a lovely New Years! I know I will, as it’s going to be my first day off in two weeks! I look forward to the new year, and all the possible thing it may bring! I’m going to be posting again once I work out my schedule.


Mid-November Update!

Time has really been escaping me – I hit a bit of a block in writing from exhaustion and work. As it is officially the Holiday season in the States, my work schedule became very inconsistent. We need at least one person in the kitchen at all times, not counting our bi-weekly truck days and audit times, but it’s also suggested to take time off to visit family during this time. As there are only four of us working the kitchen the movement anytime someone takes time off we have to completely redo the schedule to keep coverage. So the last two weeks I’ve been covering random days and times.

As of right now, I’m in the middle of getting packed to go North to visit family for three days. Before I leave I’m going to try and queue up some poetry I’ve written – I’ve plenty of of pieces, I’ve just been dead tired and not all of them are.. good (in my opinion). I’ve also been getting no-where with Destiny – which sucks, but it happens.

So sorry for the sudden disappearance! Hope you all are doing alright!

NaNoWriMo – ‘Scrimshank’

It’s been a good day. It was raining when I got off work this morning,and after a quick unexpected nap I hung out with a friend. We mostly got coffee and prepped for an upcoming Starfinder campaign that’ll be starting sometime in December. It also helps my mood, but not my wallet, that I bought two books I didn’t need.

Today’s poem is actually a fun little piece I wrote using today’s word of the day as a jumping point. To scrimshank is to avoid one’s obligations or share of work – aka, to shirk duties.



In my defense,
It’s raining and on a rainy day
You sleep, most naturally.
I understand I made promises.
There are many things to do:
Laundry, paperwork, the bills,
Some writing, some more writing,
A picture I promised you I’d draw.

I’ve got a two lives worth of work
Sitting impatiently on my desk daring me
To choose my bed and its cheap comfort.
Well, an untested virtue is no virtue,
So I’ll have you know – I would never
Find or be chosen by the Holy Grail.
Life can wait another day, it’s raining-
And I’ve got a date in my dreams.


If you like my writing please check out my book Moth-Like. It can be bought on Amazon here.

October Update

Not sure if I can call this an October Update when I’m posting it on the last day of October, but I’m going to anyway.

Unfortunately, This month’s plan to post everyday went out the window. As I switched jobs my schedule ended up a little more chaotic than anticipated. This is the first week that I’ve been given a schedule my boss thinks my be my official one – I’m going to be the opener. Downside, I’ve got to wake up at 4am for work, but on the bright side I have the ability to have a social life which is not something I had much of at the old job because of conflicting hours with my friends. I’m still getting use to a new sleep schedule, and so I’m more tired than anything – but that’s beside the point.

Starting tomorrow is NaNoWriMo – National Novel Writing Month. I’m not going to be writing a novel so much as another collection of poems, or two. I hope to finish an Epic I started as a Divine Poetry challenge back in 2015. Three of the six parts are finished, although they need editing, and two of those three are posted here. I might be redefining what makes a ‘part’ of the epic or adding extra parts – the challenge originally called for only six. I won’t be posting the epic here though! Even if I get it all written I don’t want it out and about without editing, plus I plan to make it very long. Right now the three parts are at a word count of almost two thousand. Moth-Like. came to a word count of 9,399 overall without the afterword. I plan for Destiny to be a novel length poem. I also have had on the back burner another novel length poem called Astera that’s been sitting at 1,500 for the last five years… and that’s just the tip of it, the introduction, you could say. But I won’t be looking at Astera for another year or two, sadly.

This coming month I will be posting though! I’m going to be doing three different writing sessions a day – but posting only one. I’ll be working on the epic (if it can be called that), Destiny, as well as writing two stand alone poems of which I’ll choose to post one. It seems like a lot, but I have a lot of fragments for writing laying around and work has finally calmed down some. Plus, late March 2018 I’m moving across country and I want to publish one more book by then. I’ve three different possible book themes drawn up and I need to start making them more solid so that’s part of my NaNo.

I look forward to seeing all of you again and the things I will create! I hope you enjoy the coming month!

Daily Card Pull – The Wheel, reversed – ‘Bitter Bones’

So this was yesterdays card – I wrote it between jobs but didn’t post it because by the time I finished my final day at the night job I was feeling a little dead. The card I pulled was The Wheel of Fortune in reverse which is a card signifying bad luck and misfortune. Sure enough, it was a tough day despite little joys. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll get today’s and tomorrows out. For now I’d best head to sleep for I begin work at 5am.


‘Bitter Bones’

Today could’ve been a good day
Like no other, sprinkled with little blessings
Little joys found like leaving a job
I couldn’t stand anymore,
Being praised and seeing old friends,
Treating myself to coffee.

It all went so smooth, so well, yet
Lingering it all hurt. I woke up with the hurt,
A rotting somewhere around the knees and ankles.
The ache in my bones bluntly reminding me
Not all my days will be lived equally.
It was a sweet day with a bitter aftertaste.

I wanted to live it all fully, gleefully, but
All those simple little things were tainted by
My inability to focus, to busy trying to not fail
At everything I attempted, such as laughing
At a joke instead of wincing, and complaining
How today was a bit rougher than I wished.




If  you like my writing please check out my book Moth-Like. It can be bought on Amazon here.