Today’s word is “online.”

Write a post using online. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

I created a found poem for today’s one word challenge. In italics are book titles.

The Title’s Spoke© 

A Gambler’s Anatomy
on the Streets of Laredo
with Wolf Boys and
Black Lives Imagined
Wild in The Streets
with Blood and Sand
 where can we Shelter in Place.

Why did we question those Crazy Years
 or simply Assume Small Great Things
Making  What You Are to Me
 become a Nonconformist
Leaving The Faith
for a Bohemian Grove
No Place Is Home

We believed

If He Writes It, She Will Come
or Make A Mess of It
Strangers in Their Own
The Ghost in The Machine

Maybe Our Soul is
Painted  Black
Pure Adrenaline in Utter Ease
Under The Udala Trees
It Stands Alone
in Denial
We Lived Twice

Real time


Denying we’re part of

The Hating Game


Not as good as Judy’s but I tried. https://judydykstrabrown.com/2020/09/07/naked-truth/



Halloween poem, letter-c, recipe and other stuff

Memento, created by Emily Romano is a poem about a holiday or an anniversary, consisting of two stanzas as follows: the syllable count should be 8 beats for line one; 6 beats for line two; and two beats for line three. This is repeated twice for each stanza. The rhyme scheme is: a/b/c/a/b/c for each of the two stanzas.

Thought I would give one a try just for fun. And since Halloween is on my brain. I’ve been thinking a lot about our quandary to decorate or not. Do I expect trick or treaters? Probably, the same children in the neighborhood since they already run everywhere in our development. I’ve crossed paths numerous times and we always maintain social distance. I could simply set a filled dish on the steps for them. Some how I don’t see the trunk or treats at the school happening this year. The majority of our schools are distance learning.


Halloween, a ghoulish delight
goblins and fairies join
so glad
to partake in whatever fright
without flipping a coin
you cad!

“One need not be a chamber to be haunted. One need not be a house. The brain has corridors surpassing material place.” ~ Emily Dickinson

Letter-c and custard

Three weeks have come and gone without a word from the doctor. Should I safely assume no news is good news on the biopsies done on the polyps? So I logged into the online portal that seems to be the methodology of the medical field these days, nothing was listed in my test results there either. Why is it so hard for communication channels to work as efficiently as their billing channel does?

Fall is approaching and with it comes the drying of herbs or freezing them for future use. I can’t freeze this year so I will be drying a slew to take with me.

I looked in the cupboard and I noted I have 8 cans of pumpkin on hand. I don’t feel like a pie or bread but then I remembered in the cancer fighting cookbook a recipe for pumpkin custard. Now that sounds divine.

Preheat oven 325

1 cup canned pumpkin, 1 teaspoon of ground cinnamon, 1/2 teaspoon of sea salt, and ground ginger, 1/4 teaspoon of ground cloves, allspice, nutmeg. 2 eggs, 2 tablespoons of maple syrup. She indicates dark is better. 1 tablespoon of molasses. 1 teaspoon of vanilla. I cup of organic milk or coconut milk. I didn’t have either so I used 1 cup of vanilla almond milk.

Combine pumpkin, cinnamon, ginger,cloves,allspice and nutmeg in large bowl. In a smaller bowl beat the eggs lightly, then add the maple syrup, molasses,vanilla, and milk. Blend together then whisk into pumpkin mixture until thoroughly combined.

Pour the mixture into 6 ramekins and place them inside a 13″x 9″ pan or whatever pan you have that has at least 3 inch sides so the water doesn’t spill when you put it and pull it from the oven. Add 2 inches of hot water around the ramekins and carefully transfer pan to oven. Bake 45 -55 minutes. Test with a knife to make sure it comes out clean. Serve warm or cold. So good! ❤ Your family will love you for it.

This recipe belongs to Rebecca Katz from the Cancer Fighting Kitchen.


“There are horrors beyond life’s edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while man’s evil prying calls them just within our range.~ H.P. Lovecraft

More violence and more covid-19

6,132,074 in the United States. deceased in the United States 186,173

confirmed cases: New Jersey: 192,973 Maine: 4,632 Virginia 124, 779, Nevada 70,474 , Massachusetts 129, 596

Looks like it’s safer still to live in Maine but unfortunately, they don’t have the medical I require available without long trips to Boston.




I’m inclined to stay inside and continue reading Roald Dahl’s Ghost Stories the outside world isn’t appealing to me. Maybe start a new crochet project so I’m not transporting it all with me.

# three thing challenge

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2020/09/03/three-things-challenge-347/ Your three things today are: post, build, repair.

Imperfectly Perfect©

people post, comment

 all the time that

idealism is mismatched yet

perfectly paired denying

repair won’t hide our

 horrific brutality because

we need it

up close and unsettled to

inspire what we build underneath

what we’ve purposely seduced

to hide our betrayal

from a galaxy far, far, away

we lie to ourselves

with every potent belief

that says every one is equal

in this mismatched yet perfectly paired

world that neither changes

for better or worse

#FOWC Drain

Today’s word is “drain.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Limerick a day, keeps the doctor and my frustration reined in. I hate this block editor. I know I’m not alone, I’ve seen other posts.

Word Press block editor is insane
who needs frustration, it’s such a drain
why, why change the format
I’ll hit you with my bat
misery loves company…and pain

There’s even a song that sums up my frustration, wordpress you could have been the greatest instead you decided to f— with me.

#One Liners and Poetry

“Speak only if it improves upon the silence.”-Gandhi

Ain’t that the truth. I wish more people would heed Gandhi’s advice.

“Any person capable of angering you becomes your master; he can anger you only when you permit yourself to be disturbed by him.” ~ Epictetus

Not GuiltySaid the Moon

The storytellers always place me at the scene
like I am a part of whatever convenes.
I am merely the man on the moon doing my job,
I miss the days when I made your heart throb.

On those sweet grass scented nights, we shared
your love and dreams filled the warm night air.
How quickly those summer night passions disappear
and now you glance at me with caution and fear

A criminal in a court has at least the benefit of doubt
not me I am guilty as soon as the wolf cries out.
When I am the brightest in the sky, crazy things occur
Oh no, did you see the witch and her cat sweep by in a blur?

All kinds of crazy things happen and create a stir
If I did not shine, the mischief would still occur.
Yet, I see it in your eyes that look of distrust
when not too long ago it was a look of lust.

Soon you will see that I was just there
this is the truth, I solemnly swear.
Not everything in a story tellers tale is true
and like everything, subject to review.


Whisper so sweetly
your enchanted words of love
hold them close to us.
like sweet honey on a comb
locking withered dreams away

Tanka is a classic form of Japanese poetry related to the haiku with five unrhymed lines of five, seven, five, seven, and seven syllables. (5, 7, 5, 7, 7)


Today’s word is “uncertain.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

As you know from Esther’s Monday Limerick fun I enjoy writing them very much plus they give me opportunities to vent when I feel frustrated like today. I won’t go into details other than to say today was one of those days I miss my driver’s license immensely because I would have left putting some distance between myself and this situation. There’s nothing more invigorating then cranking the radio and just driving with no destination in mind. Cept maybe today there would have been a end point.

But since Fandago offered a perfect word choice for me to express my irritation. Here goes.


uncertain I seek rumination
nor will a flowery donation
words can’t fix this mistake
or ease painful heartbreak
but I can arrange his cremation


Yup, I feel better.

Having fun with a Limerick

The word was date: Thank you Esther


Did I tell you about our first date
actually it’s a stroke of fate
the odds of us meeting
in person was fleeting
online relationship to soulmate


This limerick like most of my poems has a background story involved .

Back in 2000, when the writing groups on yahoo were the scene I was in a writing group. I had posted something and this man  downloaded my piece into a word document and then sent it back to me with revision tracking. My initial reaction was rage, who did he think he was?  Once I cooled off and really looked at all the red on my paper, I realized he made some excellent suggestions especially with the tense and grammar. He offered to help me improve my writing. Initially, I was hesitant since I didn’t know this man from jack. But I accepted and over time we became friends.

Fast forward 3 years later, we met in person and began dating. It was challenging dating long distance with Vic in New Jersey and me in Maine. 8 hours apart. But we made it work and in 2007 I moved to New Jersey and we married a year later on Halloween.

Was either of us looking for a mate?  No, we weren’t, but apparently fate had other plans for us.

I don’t let Vic critique my work these days but there are times when I’m missing something I seek his help. And yes, there are still those days when he tells me I have typos, or I’ve forgotten words because my mind fills in them when they’re not actually on the page yet. Even when I proofread, there are words that simply slip by.



Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “more than a hundred.” Write your post inspired by something you have more than a hundred of in your home right now

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 29/2020

I don’t even have to leave my chair to answer this question or for that matter even turn my head. I’m surrounded by books and more books. Which is a blessing and a curse. I love to read and that will never be a curse but now that we’re moving there’s no way all of these books can go with us. My granddaughter counted my books one day, I think she was bored but we have over 3000 books in our home. We’re talking a lifetime of reading by two avid readers.

Talk about a reality check.  One I’ve resisted for a very long time, even when my children said to me after their father died that…. I better get rid of all of my books because they don’t want to deal with it.

I didn’t appreciate the commentary then nor do I now. I found it distasteful at the time and deep down I still do. But I’m also quite pragmatic I need to downsize and my extensive library won’t fit. So the daily task of making a sell stack and a keep stack has begun.

In addition to the list of what to sell on Craig’s list and what to list in Facebook marketplace. This growing old or the golden years as we’re led to believe are special aren’t what they’re cracked up to be. It’s another misleading factor in life.

Nor do I appreciate hearing that minimalism is the best way to be. I’m sorry, but I love walking over to take a book off the shelf and opening it to a page where I’ve made a notation that comes in handy now. Or flipping open a cookbook and seeing the notation when I made a recipe for the first time and for who. Was it successful or a disaster. I don’t have that on Allrecipes.com.

Maybe those mementos mean nothing to other people but they sure mean a lot to me.  But then I’m that same crazy lady that has saved every card ever given her. I have more than a hundred of them too! I love looking at them, re-reading the messages and recalling the day. Guess one could call me sentimental and others would call me a pack rat.

Although when I think of pack rat, I think of piles and piles and that’s not what you will discover in my home. Everything has a place right now but will it have in the future… I don’t know.