Hell is where the heart is

Talking about rape, abortion, adoptions - also the last 20 years of my life. Don't read it if you don't want to read about yucky stuff. Go anywhere else on my blog, there's plenty.


I am trying to write a poem.  It's been swirling around in my head for a week or so now, and every time I try to write it out, I think it's utter garbage and I hit enter until I can't see it on my MS Word screen anymore.  My "poetry" document is filled with pages... Continue Reading →

My Butt is Out of Gas

(heh heh heh) In all seriousness, by Friday exhaustion consumes me.  Last night, I had great plans.  I was going to write, journal, meditate with some crystals, and possibly actually watch TV for once.  Naturally, after the kids went to bed around 9:30/10, I got myself comfortable on the couch and conked out.  I woke... Continue Reading →

Momma Sed

My brain is different; I have come to realize.  This, and other scintillating revelations are brought to you by a nap, meditation, and copious journaling.  (Not to mention thousands in therapy, psychiatrists, and so forth...) As I type this, Flagpole Sitta has been stuck in my head.  "I'm not sick, but I'm not well...and it's... Continue Reading →

Double Down

My stranger, a Misanthropic Drunken Loner giving me a Country Boner...The house doesn’t lose, I lied in your arms, calling my heart, broken, as token for your Money Shot. No danger, I plot, to gamble in our Wicked Game. Like a Hooker with a Penis, we consummated to Zepplin's Ramble.  As I Come Undone, wet, naked, shaking, you whispered why, oh why, does Hootie cry? On the... Continue Reading →

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