[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Invitation

If you are a dreamer, come in
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer…
If you’re a pretender, come sit by the fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!

— Shel Silverstein — Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Invitation”

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[Poetry] A Toast

Here’s to Cupid aiming his arrows accurately
To lost love being found.
Here’s to being nice (and a little naughty!)
For Santa all year ‘round.

Here’s to friendships, stretched thin from wear
Built up like a house of cards.
Here’s to friendships, triple knotted with care,
Built to last when things get hard.

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[Flash Fiction] Just Two Normal Twenty-Something-Year-Olds

It didn’t take us long to find our compartment aboard the steel gray train. 

“I can’t believe we’re traveling across the country by train,” said my best friend. “You were right. We needed to get away from all the stress and just be normal twenty-something-year-olds for a change.”

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Birthday Dinner At A Little Piece of Heaven

Calling all my October Babies!

Two weeks ago, on the 13th, I turned…older. Which meant, I had a brief existential crisis, like I do every year, where I lamented how I have achieved nothing in my 20+ years of life, and then my best friend stepped in to slap sense into me, as a good best friend should.

This year, I asked for a small dinner to celebrate my birthday, no fuss, just good food and great company. So my best friends treated me to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, a sushi & seafood buffet called Mizumi aka A Little Piece of Heaven on Earth.  Continue reading “Birthday Dinner At A Little Piece of Heaven”

[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Poetry Does Not Sell

Poetry does
not sell,
they say

I’m not selling
it for money

I’m selling:
inspiration
peace
love
reality
and hope.

— Elancharan Gunasekaran —

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[Poetry] Hot Chocolate

Standing on my toes,
Trying to peek over the counter,
I can barely see.

But I hear the whistle of the kettle
Boiling on the stove,
And the clink of the spoon
Against the mug,
And the shuffle of the cupboards
Open and close.

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[Criminal Minds Fanfic] All I Want

She liked to watch him drive. For starters, he drove a Classic blue Volvo Amazon P130 from the ‘60s, which was definitely not the car she expected a brilliant, socially awkward 24-year-old FBI Behavioral Analyst to drive. Then there was the way his body relaxed when he sat in the driver’s seat, a level of control and comfort he rarely showed elsewhere. When he drove, he wasn’t the eccentric genius with three PhD’s who struggled with understanding people’s emotions. When he drove, he was just a man with warm brown eyes and an endearing boyish smile. Continue reading “[Criminal Minds Fanfic] All I Want”

[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] On Motherhood

I remember when your tiny hands,
Found their home in mine,
With your body resting lightly,
In between my arms,
The rush each night for more milk,
And the tricks to quieten your cries,
I remember it like yesterday,
The day- you became mine.

And the first time you said mama,
When your feet first hit the floor,
Your first tooth and first tooth gap,
My Jaan I remember it all,
When you said you hated purple,
And we fought at the toy store,
How you’d make up, saying I love you,
My Jaan I remember it all.

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[Poetry] The Murderer

Was it I who threw the deafening blow?
Fingers clasped around the brick,
Horrified gasps leaving my lips—
That is a secret only we three know.

Or was it I who, surviving hell,
Decided this is the last blood-stained time,
Disgusted with his body in mine—
That is a secret we will never tell. Continue reading “[Poetry] The Murderer”