How does one get unstuck in life? How does one deal with being so lost that they have finally gotten tired of throwing their hands up in the air? Of starting all over once more. Of staring at the end and knowing how much work it is going to take to make it a beginning. …
For the last four weeks, I have been the type of sick that people dread. The kind that makes your whole life slow to a crawl. There is nothing you can do but rest, drink lots and lots of fluids and hope that people don't get tired of you asking for help.
This is my Papa. I met my Papa when I was thirteen years old. I was already taller than him. And he still had some color in his hair. Since then we have both grown quite a crop of steely gray hair. According to legend, he fell in love with Momma over homemade spaghetti. She …
You are something Unique in the universe Something valuable There is truth in this Believe or not believe You are something more than you and blessed in the universe.
It would be nice to think that when things are going well that Captain A would have no cause to come visiting. The Fraud Police would stay in their precinct and every thing would be hunky dory. But, Anxiety is an A-hole and doesn't care about failure the way that it does about success. Success …
Lately all my days are have been intensely crazy as I try and navigate from the life I have to the life I want. A life where there is more time to write and enjoy with my family and friends. So after eight years in the classroom, I have decided to leave. It isn't that …
Sometimes I write bad poetry and sometimes I write stories that don't make sense. Sometimes I just write and write for hours in my head. Lately, I have been working really hard to set a schedule up for myself and it hasn't been working really well. I did good up until last Thursday and then I …
I was a broken girl tattered by the love you toss away Used my scars and tears to build myself Now the past is gone and you still live there calling of all my love obsession no that’s right and I would hate to miss quote you all my love was just a delusion a …
I don't know how many mistakes I have made in publishing my first book, but walking back from the Audubon Park Farmer's Market I realize just how happy I am and that things are good. Not always great, but pretty good. I was able to deliver another one of my books to one of my …
it is sad when the poet runs out of words runs out lyrics to sing and the chambers of thoughts once over flowing are empty then the poet isn't a poet any more and slowly begins to die
Lucinda Rose 