• Health,  Life,  Love,  Parenting,  poem,  Running,  Writing

    Mending A Broken Heart

      Good morning, everyone. How have you all been doing? I have been doing great actually, for the most part. 🙂 I know it’s been a bit since I’ve written on here but mostly because I’ve been doing more writing offline than on. Usually when I write I post whatever I’ve written almost immediately but that’s brought me to a point where everything new is being posted. That makes it hard to come up with new material that you haven’t seen that might go into a book. And it looks like I may be getting to the point where I have an actual book of my very own poetry to…

  • Life,  Poetry,  Writing

    What Dreams May Come…

    It seems my words may be coming back. I woke up crying from a dream I don’t remember and the first four lines of this in my head. After  ten continuing minutes, and ultimate uselessness in trying to go back to sleep, the grinding gears inside my head refused to shut up, so up I got and you are the lucky recipient of something new. I don’t know what it was that upset me in the dream but I still feel as if I’ve suffered a loss. Just so you know, everything is otherwise fine here at Chez Lunatic. But I am definitely going to stop snacking close to bedtime.…

  • Poetry,  Rape,  Writing

    Painting the Roses Red

    Last night I decided it was time to actually clean my bedroom. Since we moved into the new house last spring the master bedroom seems to have become the dumping ground for things that no one knows where to store. This makes for a pretty lousy area in which to get a restful night’s sleep. It is a very large job however, so I’ve only made a start but it was enough to actually feel a bit accomplished. My dresser and nightstand are now nice and neat and dust-free. The up-side to this small burst of house cleaning energy is that I have a place to put the books I’d…

  • Compassion,  poetry,  Writing

    Something To Think About Today

      The Homeless By Jessica Scott   North winds blow winter’s chill across a bleak and dreary landscape. Trees bereft of leaves bear small resemblance to their grand summer counterparts, looking more like stick figure apparitions with moaning countenances. Still, I love the cold and otherworldly beauty in the seeming death of nature. There’s hope hidden in every hibernating leaf bud, the promise of spring in evergreen bushes.   As I gaze through frost-painted windows, warm in my nest with a cup of tea at hand, I watch the small brown birds that live in the holly on the other side of the glass pane huddle together and I wonder…

  • Blog,  poetry,  Well-Tempered Bards,  Writing

    So Far So Good

      So, here we are, four days into the new year, and there’s already been some changes as you can obviously see. The new look is working for me for now, but we’ll see how it goes. With my restless ways you never know what you’re going to find when you drop by. Next. I don’t remember if I shared the news or not but my peace poem was published along with the other Poets For Peace members in Praxis Magazine Online. Every year they are going to publish the anthology for the group. The download is free and you can get it here (clickable link). There were so many wonderful…

  • Writing

    A Few Thoughts About Scheduling Your Creativity

    I have a question for you: Does having a routine kill your creativity? Bristish novelist Scarlett Thomas thinks it does, or at least she says so in one of her books, Popco. I saw the quote while looking up creativity quotes and it made me stop and think. Three posts ago, I wrote a poem using random words from people on my Facebook friends list. At the time I remember looking at the words and immediately feeling confined. How was I going to write a poem using the words they’d given me? What form was I supposed to use? How could I make all of these different words relate and…

  • Poetry,  Writing

    New Poem

    I have been watching/reading way too much Wizard of Oz and fairy tales.   Advice From the Wicked By Jesi Scott   Wicked I am and Wicked I be, Or so says all Of the publicity.   But evil is As evil does… And you shouldn’t judge Because   You never know What’s behind the door. You don’t know What’s gone before.   Truth is never As plain as it seems, And people change, Or so time deems.   So keep in mind that Evil and good Might not appear As they should.   Sometimes the right thing Can be wrong, And sometimes the wicked Have been right all along.…

  • NaPoWriMo,  Poetry,  Writing

    I Fell For It…Again

    I am so gullible. Naive even. I truly believed I wouldn’t fall for it, no matter what they did, no matter what they said. But my own nature betrayed me, so now it’s official. I have entered NaPoWriMo’s April Poetry challenge. My house is completely upside down right now. Chez Lunatic is indeed moving and half of my belongings, and my family’s, are in one place, and the rest in another. But I do have internet so I’m not completely off the grid, though it was a close thing let me tell ya. My two elder kids nearly lost it. I mean, seriously. If the Zombie Apocalypse happened today they…

  • Writing

    Gender Equality And Pen Names…Seriously?

    As I was having dinner last night I read something that made me do a double take. In most of our fast food places we have this little circular called Coffee News. It has these small blurbs of trivia and jokes and short posts about random facts and things. The one that caught my eye and caused a serious discussion with Big Son was about how J.K. Rowling’s publisher used her intials instead of her name (Joanne) so that the book would attract young male readers. It made me stop and ask Big Son if gender makes a difference in the books he reads as he was and is a…