That is the question; at least when it comes to weight loss. Do you weight or measure yourself? Or both? I like the first option and have been doing so nearly every week for the past two years. This past week, I hit the scale and discovered that I have lost a total of thirty …
The original blog for today has been trashed. I was being whining and feeling sorry for myself. There are some very understandable reasons for my current melancholy and I am sure no one would fault me for being a little down. Nonetheless, the universe doesn't need any more complaints unleashed into the chaos that swirls …
Papa and Momma don't dance down the lane They don't skip to my lou or any such thing He has a limp from the war says he fell out of bed with a whore, But that ain't the truth Because truth ain't pretty or nice And Momma has been through too much A husband who …
There is anger in the air,poisoning all the tired souls,tired of being good and getting nowhere.While all the haters breathe easySpewing toxins into the atmospherekilling us, killing them,But they laugh while they diedigging their own graveswe die, too, at peace without actions.
There were not two roads in a yellow wood, but a highway that stretched for ages beyond the horizon with exits and options for adventures and misadventures on and on it went risking and losing more than gained hoping to find just the right one the road looped back again home again Wrong Road, Right Road …
They thought your trips and stumbles were the sign, the end was near, and whispered as you walked that the angel of Death had given you a fright. No one saw how the angels held your arm and let you stand, Walking straight and true with dignity and grace. Or how they whisper that everyone …
Day follows day Night becomes An endless series Of tosses And love untended Still grows Among the weeds and trash Forgotten but not In the heart that held it close Always There Always there.
The challenges of finishing Blood Child, a horror novella, have been adding up over the last week as my writing sessions have become less and less productive. Still, I am not giving up and will un-bury the ending. It is in my mind I can see it, but the words are slow in coming. So …
At the End A beginning round and round the wheel turns Where it stops the only the Universe knows
Sitting alone in my house for the first time in months with no roommate expected back and I don't know what do with myself. My roomie is moving out by the first of the month. It seems strange being alone in the house knowing that in a few short days my home will be …
Lucinda Rose 