March 21, 2018


Today is World Poetry Day and so I tweeted my favorite poem to the world. To mark the day,  here's a link to NaPoWriMo. This year, I'll start on time! Here's to productivity. Looking forward to all the poets I'll learn about in the process. :-)

s/o to the World Poetry Day hashtag on twitter, a good playlist and productive days!

-Unrelated, if you care at all about skin care, get into Sundots. You can learn more here. Their indiegogo campaign is doing great things and if they hit 100k by the end of March, each backer of their sun protection gummies (wild, right?! I'm so pumped) also gets an additional bottle of Vitamin D. Check it out.

March 09, 2018

Rise and Shine

Chadwick Boseman as Black Panther, facing camera, looking towards the left with arms outstretched and a morning sky behind him
Chadwick Boseman as T'Challa/Black Panther

Hi hi!/Happy New Month/ Happy New Year

To say it has been a while would be an understatement. Somehow I paused mid NaPoWriMo in 2016 and never looked back. Until now.

In the age of #meToo and #timesup. Parkland and 17 year olds running for office. Black Panther and A Wrinkle in Time... to only name a few... I've decided to dust off the cobwebs and start sharing again.

Item #1 on the agenda. 

Did you see Black Panther? How many times? Did you love it? How much?
Have you seen A Wrinkle in Time? Would you journey through a tessaract to see it again?

Alas, I'd take that bridge to see it on opening night, but for now, I'll let that go and focus on 'shining my eyes' and looking at what's in front of me. Until then.


If you want to hear a Black Panther podcast that features a solid bit of car talk and yours truly analyzing the break out film, take a listen to the Overthinking Podcast episode I'm on, here.


April 18, 2016

Day 12

Day 12

Who'd strike first
The You you are

Or the You you thought you'd be?
-Chew on that before

striking out at the Me that's me.

Here's to perspective.

Day 11: Your Arms

Day 11 Describe a place

Your Arms
Oft warm and sturdy
secure, filled with the promise
of joint tomorrows.

Day 10: The Way to Weigh

Day 10 Book spine
The Way to Weigh

They say not to judge
a book by it's cover

not to pick a person
apart by their outsides.

I say, if they tell you 
about themselves, believe it.

And weigh your actions on 
the strength of their spine.

Definitely using the metaphoric 'backbone' here. Able-ism isn't my speed.

Day 9: Love

It intoxicates -
the wine of you. We need to
breathe and pace and wait.



Day 8: Child

Day 8 (This is decidedly not the prompt)

It hurts to look
to look at you.

All me and sprinkles of 

Every facial twitch 

Every sound and thought

I recall you
I recall you small and 

Now you are your own 
rudder -

you slip past my fingers
as dry sand.

It hurts to look at you.
My heart is full to 

It bursts and tears at 

You are bright and mine, 
yet yours.

I hope you reach your
heights with 

painless leaps.
I hope

I hope you'll 


April 08, 2016


As prompted by Poets &Writers. An Aubade, a poem about dawn.


The night was deep and
functional. We rested,
intertwined and separate
as heat or cold dictated.

Completely unaware of the
many paths shadows took,
as breaths grew still - 
while dew formed, then fled.

Light stretched quietly 
as the sun yawned into 
the morning and the earth 
smiled a sleepy hello.

Prisms flashed as dimness
fled, as lengthening shades 
danced unnoticed through 
hair, on faces, arms and feet.

The growing brightness 
brought sounds of morning,
gentle shifting and waning
recollections of dreams.

Now inner clocks kick against
avoidance, focuses shift
to the current state. Eyes
open to welcome what dawns.

Day 7: Work


They say it keeps you agile in your body and soul
Sharpens your mind and cuts your muscles
-Gives you bread in return.

But if you devote your life to it, you'll never return
We get but one and do need things to lighten the soul
when it wanes like tired muscles.

Why age and wish you also toned and stretched heart muscles?
Then fill with regret as time and people flee, never to return?
Instead embrace your days and strengthen your soul. 

Because the soul remains when body and muscles fade, never to return.

Here's to Tritinas being a less daunting Sestina.

Day 6: White Knight

Day 6:

White Knight
I held you close and 
you poured freely.
Babe, I used to drink 
you up. 

Till you tried to change
into a poorer, drier 

I couldn't subsist, so
I cold-turkey-ed.

I revisited soy.

Unable, I resigned myself
to a life without you.

A life without your sweet,
fatty presence in daily 
gulps. In weekly treats.

I've quit crying while 
holding my sides. 
Love, I'm gone from  
Low to No.

Here's to almond and coconut milk for allowing me to eat cereal without hating everything.

Day 5: Planting

The prompt is about plants and their elaborate names but this shall not be that.

Layer years of training
and experience in a spot
Days gone fishing, camping.
Evenly spread a mutual love of laughter.

Dig deep to being skinny as a kid and
wanting to be in musicals
- or hating musicals.
Thoughts of being a chef.

Place and cover with a
gradual affinity for spice
A warm smile, a kind thought.
A gentle code of Right.

Label with unique musicality.
Stabilize with clear
communication. Ensure
there's space to grow.
Water with time.
Feed with prayer.

Make sure they get
enough sun.

Watch amor noster grow big and strong.


Day 4: April 2016

To the Cruelest month

You're meant to shower 
us and bring future flowers
Rain, not Snow, you jerk.

To the whining hearts this spring who were really excited to put snow boots away but had to dig them back out.

Day 3: To Maya

Day 3: To a Celeb

To Maya

You inspired loads
of writers of which I'm least. 
Thanks for all you were.

Here's to future role models, you never know who's looking.

Day 2: Portrait


Papa smiles, gaze left of center
turtleneck and traditional garb.

Sister beams, model-esque and 
perfect; curly pony to the right.

Mother's proud, to Papa's left
regal poise and jeweled neck.

Brother beams, short only for a time
teeth shine as brightly as eyes.

Youngest looks forward with wisdom, 
deep in thought to Mothers' side.

I cheese, braces a gleam glasses glare and 
with matching pony to the right.

Shout out to all the photographers who have to corral families for group photos.

Day 1: Forgetfulness

Oh, it's day five? But
where are my
poems! Oh snap! Forgot!

Shout out to @kaysarahsera for being the reason I remembered #NaPoWriMo this year.
Way to wait 3 days to actually post this though... #procrastination

June 29, 2015

On Jurassic World

I recently watched this 'true sequel' to the unmitigated awesomeness that is Jurassic Park and wrote my thoughts in real time. Later I discussed it with two friends to fill in the gaps. You know, the the code... Zero character names were used throughout. #SpoilerAlert
Key: "Movie quotes" 'and' *actions*
My (meta?) thoughts -BM responses LB responses

9 mins into Jurassic World. Have already dodged stupidity.
"How did you get the dinosaurs to *awkward hand motion*". RIGHT after a speech about genetics and dna splicing.
"Do you go to sleep at Different times…?"
Psycho dino. She's great.
'Where's her sister?' "She ate her" *everyone is cool with this announcement*
Enter Velociraptor trainer in a vest. #science

They want to use them for Combat?! I cannot.
They don't. Know what. It's made of.
They don't. Know. What it's made of.
Da hell?
Gosh. It's a cuttlefish dinosaur. haha.
Cuttlefish, tree- frog, psycho dinosaur. K.
"Let's go off-road"
"You don't know old your nephews are?"
*kills for fun*
*hangs upside down in gyroscope*
*breaks unbreakable glass*
*runs on foot from giant psycho dino*
(Kinda repeating things from Jurassic Park.)
surprised psycho frog cuttlefish dino can't swim
-It doesn't have a fin

But magic psycho dino is magic
*I opened my shirt and rolled up my sleeves. I'm ready for danger!!*
Magical drying matches
Genius can fix a car too? Lucky
Magic genius boy is a Genius!
Opportunistic ranger guy loses arm? Just a guess.
He can Dry matches that have Gone Swimming. With his smarts.
It [the car] worked immediately. They didn't even struggle to make it run. Sheesh.
"You asked for it to be angrier and more dangerous and have more teeth."  
*runs gay in dark wood with heels* science
 (fast, not gay. No one is happy here. Except newbie pilot man
-Haha, about that
*Crashes slowly. Explodes*
Opportunistic man has 0 feelings.

It's a good thing the boy brought the flying dinosaurs.
Motorcycle. Pool party. Lunch time.
Double fisted margaritas!

Opportunistic Man is a heart less automaton. Does he lose an arm And a leg?
*dunk British nanny 4 times before eating*
 was that a sexist thing?
I don't know. I honestly think they needed a reason for two pterodactyls  to fight over something and get eaten by giant face whale dino.
They had to dunk her, because why else would whale dino show up?
*shoots flying dino off of vest man*
* gains respect of nephews for 3 seconds*
*earns kiss*
*gets embarrassed by nephews*
Opportunistic man is giant doodie head.
The kids are in love with vest man, aren't they?
Do the raptors eat opportunistic man?
-Stop cheating and watch
Opportunistic man will be noms. I feel this. Have genius magic from the floppy haired kid.
*Opportunistic man nervously feeds arm to raptor* I Knew it!
Opportunistic man Knowingly made psycho dino part raptor?? Because sense.
-So could you outrun a T rex in high heels?
Since it's possible to 'outrun' a TRex at all because of the power of Dr. Malcolm, why not?
Your feet don't hurt at all from sprinting all day in your office shoes.
#doctor #science
*I'm tired of fighting and quite full from eating nothing. So I won't attack you little raptor* *goes in for a kiss* "Woah, I have a boyfriend"  
The only legitimate excuse for not kissing a man.
Right. Because why else do women exist. Sorry girls*
Especially in the office! And pretty ones, too!
Oh snap, she was being distractingly sexy! How dare she!
*walks all the way to helipad to Roar. At. Nothing* sure.
-Like I said it was entertaining, but fantastically stupid. Even for a movie with cuttlefish dinos.
I would love to be Distractingly Sexy. #lifegoal
Here's to BM and LB for entertaining my commentary and the joy of talking about tiny plot details and scenic choices. Next up, the philosophical lessons from Pitch Perfect 2!

April 30, 2015

Day 30: Sweat off my Pen~ flipped

Today's NaPoWriMo prompt is to flip a poem or write one backwards.
I took a favorite from 2007, Sweat off my Pen, and tweaked it accordingly.

Sweat off my Pen~ flipped

I'll try again
another day.

Like sweat off my pen,
through my fingers
the melody slips.

In my head,

like the thought,
verbs sound, no

paint a picture in
a feeling.

A thought
I wish to convey
to your imaginations.

Four wheel driving,

playing with your eyes.

Words that leap UP!
 - A keen sense of timing.

Alliteration and rhyme.

Sheer poetry.

I wish to craft a work.

This was so much fun to tweak #FavoritePoem #Flipped! 
I'm happy to say 2015 has been my best NaPoWriMo time wise. Here's to more, greater and the humble respect of deadlines. Shout out to The RustGeek, Marian Green and all the silent readers who motivated me and help me stick to the task.

April 29, 2015

Day 29: A Life Well Lived

Today's prompt is to write a Yelp style review. I reviewed a lifetime instead.
A Life Well Lived

Grand 'ups', they were.
So full of mirth.
Necks creased in laughter,
lips bowed in smiles.

Now, as the edge of
a leaf on an evergreen tree,
miles away. Gone in a
blink, yet fondly recalled.

Snow capped peaks flanked
by carnivorous craters:
valleys of dried tears and lost hopes.
Long forgotten and ill remembered.

Here's making your future self proud.

Day 28: Legacy

The Day 28 prompt is Bridges:
A week ago 
Freddie Gray, 
a 25yr old black man, 
died in hospital. 
Now there is chaos. - The Economist
Images of Malcolm X, Rosa Parks and Martin Luther King Jr.| AP Photos
Malcolm X, Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King Jr. |AP Photos

If we could build a bridge
their future to
our past

would they emerge
confused, agahst
at how little

has changed?

Would they weep in 
shocked surprise
at how much 
is exactly the same?

If we could build a 
bridge from hate to 

and from
indifference to

would we roll up our sleves
and try?

Or would we sigh and cry
"Woe is me!"
and push it off to 
'the other guys'?

Bridge building does
indeed take time.

April 27, 2015

Day 27: Current Events

Inspired by todays' prompt, a set of three Hay(na)ku's

Current Events

Cannot hold
This Feeling in.

bubbles with
sparks of rage

simmers in
daily renewed sadness.

Prayers for those lost and hurt in natural disaster and unnatural cruelty. May families and communities have peace.

April 26, 2015

Day 26: Orange

Oranges in bowl from

There's No
Sexy Way
to Eat

an Orange.

think about

Here's to the daily recommended dose of Vitamin C.

April 25, 2015

Day 25: After

Self righteous and bound
in self imposed small
Selfishness surrounding
us is not our portion.
God forbid.

Lost-seeking to be found
letting loose some of
her cautiousness.

The morning after
-full of promise
-full of questions.

Awaiting impending
guilt and shame.

Wondering 'why'
and 'how', 'if only'.
Realizing the pain
that's being lonely.

the wrong in wanting
the strength in waiting.
How to go on

or explain the
Whatever was -
must have been


Whatever was gained
has paid the

Is anything the same?

Has everything

April 24, 2015

Day 24: Tea

Hot and sugarless
Citrus rich with no caffeine
Sip slowly. Repeat

I just love tea.

April 23, 2015

Day 23: Comfort Zone

Comfort Zone

It's musty here.
Place of comfort,
Zone of 

Never change.

It's stagnant.
So safe it's



It can't be real.

April 22, 2015

Day 22: Student Life.

Student Life.
It's early.

I carry my notebooks
I start to read,

I read.
(Read as in red, now,
 not read as in reed)..

So I did that.
And all was gravy.
Then as I flip the page
towards the parts that
have brandished whips and metal
knuckles at me before,

something turns

in my brain, and I play.

I do everything but.
Arrange my room
smooth the dust off things..

Now its 1 in the morning
and I can't sleep on
account of the fact that

no three credit course is
gonna beat me into a pulp.
And I will still play

-It must not know who I am...
To every student (current or former) who has ever had to battle the dragon of procrastination.

April 21, 2015

Day 21: untitled 4.18.15

untitled 4.18.15

He rarely says I love you and when he does she shifts
in her seat.
Decades of hating emotion mean taking positivity
Easier to brace for impact than to relax into an
So when randomly, or so it seems, he says,
words with such deep meaning. She is driven to
look away -
lest risk souls and hearts

Was it TLC that said 'Communication is the key to life?'
Have you reached out to a loved one today? Do you plan to?

April 20, 2015

Day 19: Strive

Sometimes pain
will break you
the linger of an
unrequited memory
haunt you.

Perhaps doubts
will plague you
you'll spend time
rubbernecking towards
your past
and your possible

Maybe fears will
still your hopes
you'll be laid to rest
with magic

just behind your lips -
dulled fire in your eyes-
wisdom in your joints, your wrist, your fingertips.

Or sometimes, perhaps...
Maybe you'll strive.
Opening stanza borrowed, re-broken and edited from TheRustGeek's Day 15 poem

Day 20: Beauty

Stylized image of a woman with two shades of skin & grades of hair.

Whether or not the
others agree, we're enough.
Whatever degree.

Here's to loving yourself first. Image found on, lovely photography. 

April 17, 2015

Day 17: Online


Oh, I tripped over his feet at the beach.
How sweet, oohs, ahs .

We were classmates during a semester abroad.
How storybook like! Backslaps. Smiles.

She was teaching a class on krav maga.
He told me my pottery was nice!
At a wedding, we fought over our seats!

Teeters and hand claps, knowing head nods.

Church! The library! Deep sea diving!
A movie premier! A masquerade!

Laughter and high fives. Giggles and fist bumps. An Aurora Borealis. Sandwiches with the crust cut off. The last Skittle in the bag.

A dating app.

Silence. Head tilt.

It's 2015, so I won't go into how freaking out about online dating is like jumping onto a chair every time your pocket computer rings.

Day 16: Why Can't We...?

Why Can't We...?
Why does history repeat?
Can't we see the lessons?
We only have to try - to listen.
All signs point to this simple thing.
Just take to time to read and watch.
Get rid of notions preconceived.
Along with pride, spite & fear, and learn.

Day 15: Prompt

It's 9am and so
I have plenty of

before 3

I'll clean and cook
some food...
I wonder? - Yes,

I'll do some laundry.
Perhaps I'll wash and
style my hair. Hmm.

I think I'll reorganize my closet.
After a shower.

Before a shower.

It's 12:45?
I'll leave in an hour.

Right after I put clothes
in the dryer.

Right after I
make some sauce.
Browse through a couple
articles. See what's 
happening in the news.

How is it 2:35?!

Ten minutes to dash
out. Quick scan

63% completion.

A quick text,
'Sorry, running

Arrive at 2:59.


April 15, 2015

Day 14: Sometimes

I'm sure there was some sort of prompt....Nevertheless...


Just a smile
Just a glance

Door in the face
Request to dance

'You go ahead'
A quizzical frown

Little extra sauce
'Going down?'

A heavy sigh
A double take

Sometimes a thing
is a thing with no stakes

To everyone who has ever been described (by self or others) as an over-thinker.

Day 13: Never to Waste

Today's prompt is to write a riddle, never to name what is being described.
Never to Waste
A forgotten melon seed by a river bank.
The hidden bit of peanut butter in the jar.
- Upcoming memory for future selves.
Fleeting thought, Pressing need.
The ever present visitor
it'd crush you to neglect.

April 13, 2015

Day 12: Fiction


Transport me into 
a new world, take me on a
ride. Glorious art.

An ode to fiction literature.

Day 11: One fourty-five PM

One fourty-five PM

When thoughts
of cheddar 

and you
detect the
scent of Gouda
on rye - 

perhaps you've




April 10, 2015

Day 10: Arabesque

The prompt for the day is an Abecedarian Poem.

Images of Misty Copeland
Courtesy of







A Bee can
even fly -

gallop heights
in jaunty

kite - like

Never oafishly


thrilling, unafraid.

Victoriously wandering


*The photo of Misty Copeland above does not in fact show her doing an arabesque.

Day 9: Action

The prompt for the day is a calligram. Here's a haiku.

Image of a White Cat lying down in Lucchio Hill Top village
Lazy Cat


Sometimes I wonder
when will, how can, why not -but
I can't just wonder.
Image by Glen Bowman

April 09, 2015

Day 8: Insomnia

The days' prompt? A palinode, recanting statements in an earlier poem.
I decided to take on last years' Day 7 (A love poem to Sleep)


It's been a day.
I'm fine without you.

Better off and sharper too.

What is two days?
I'll see you next week
begging me to take you back.


To take, You back?
Robber of joy!

The night is so much more

Work sings.
And I have More energy
colors are really, really

One week - it's like
I never

knew you.

Two weeks.

Like that.

Im fine.

Im sharpe

I doant

Day 7: Shearing


Once I floated on assembly lines

Until I was shorn free
-Shocked into sleep.

Woke in a band pressed tightly
fresh and crisp
As was well.

I was an exchange for a tiny hump
Of white. Slept in lavender darkness until
A sudden light!
A gap in a smile laughed at me

And now, I dream

With stains and creases
Tears and scribbling's

I dream of broken, shattered
things*. The tears I'd seen

musty pockets, soap water

I'm pushed forward on this
assembly line and I

dream of distant pains*
that still remain.

The NaPoWriMo prompt was to write about money.  I figured I'd do a POV.

*the line above was culled from Rust Geek, here.

April 06, 2015

Day 6: Storm

Poem 7.22.14: Storm

I've got my fingers clenched
To keep me from floating away.
The pressure ebbs - to flow again
Threatens to rip me from the ground.

I hold my breath
As they converge
And relentlessly rain down.
A thousand chariots -the sound
Of my heart somehow drowns them out.

It leaves me gasping, battered, straining. Doused in new uncertainty
I reach out and beg for calm as Im uprooted. Cowering, shaken and Still bent.

Bare feet digging, scraping
Branches. And I find painful purchase.
Better to bleed and bruise that fly
Before ones' will and time.

I catch my breath as it pulls forward so
I close my eyes and brace for impact.
I ask the question with my whole being
I listen for a No, Yes. Not now.

The wave has crested. There, so near
And then, I let my hands relax.
Somehow there is a calm within me
As it starts to tumble down.

This time a calm drowns out the sound. 
Weak and sore - 
But He's figured it out.

The wind may cause a clutching 
While the sun a gentle loosening; 
Rain clears the mud away.

I found an older poem and decided to skip the prompt today.

NaPoWriMo Day 5: Fame is a Bee (Re breaking Dickinson)

Fame Is A Bee
(Re breaking Dickinson)

Fame is a

It has a

It has a
ah too...
it has a
-Rebreaking 'Fame is a Bee' (1788) by Emily Dickinson. As per the day 6 prompt.

April 05, 2015

NaPoWriMo Day 4: Then You'll Go

Day Fours' prompt is a 'loveless' love poem or otherwise non cliché break up poem. 
Then You'll Go

I'm trying not to say I'm sorry
I'm trying not to call women 'girls'
I'm trying to figure out where the pigs are and keep away from them my pearls

I'm not sure what it is I'm doing
I'm not sure who it is I am
but I'm really hoping that
you want to give a damn

I don't want to give you drama or bad habits
I don't want to bring you down
I want to be the opposite of anything that'd make you frown

I'm not sure who it is I am and
I'm trying to realize why: because I think
I thought I knew - then purple streaks went through the sky

I'm not too certain if I'm uncertain because of something that I did
or if it's mostly because of something that I have or haven't said

I'm trying not to say I'm sorry
I'm trying to say this is who I'm am
I'm trying to keep away from complaining
I'm trying really to give a damn

I'm looking up and seeing nothing no clouds no light
I'm looking up, waiting for something
I'm holding my hands
I'm wishing tight-ly

I'd like you and I to move forward
I'd like to change our status quo and
I think that if I do that then you'll sigh
and then you'll go

April 04, 2015

NaPoWriMo Day 3: On Garissa University

Todays' challenge is to write a fourteener.

On Garissa University

This day will pass, tomorrow too and they will miss the sun.

Loved ones will weep, strangers will sigh. Will many rage? Retweet?

Gruesome images parade, yetthis horror does not trend.

Grim offence gets silence. Are we not ALL human? Je suis.

My heart and thoughts go out to Kenya.

April 02, 2015

NaPoWriMo Day 2: On Stars

Today's Prompt was to write about stars.
On Stars

A wide of shot of galaxies from morn1415 video 'Star Size Comparison HD'

Nothing before me
Behind me
Beside me

I am alone in the 
sea of light that 
comes from 

within me.

Sometimes I think there 
lurks a visitor 
in the corner
of my eye.

Surely, it lies.

Sitting upon the blanket Pa laid out.
Roses and ladybugs.

Head thrown back I asked
'Why can't skies have clouds
And stars?'

"How would you see them sparkle.." He grinned at me, 
"like fireflies?"

Memories of what was
Shadows of just then
You'd catch up to find them

No trail of knickknacks
To remember by.

These magnified sections
Of supposed

Here's to perspectives. NaPoWriMo Day 2 
Check out my inspiration, Star Size Comparison HD on youtube here