New Lola Pics!

Chicago gets pretty cold in the winter so Lola has added this fleece hoodie to her wardrobe collection. I think she has a whopping five items now. LOL! Anyway, I couldn't resist posting these pics of my beautiful girl.

January is Foretelling

Whoo! I made it.
I went out to an early birthday celebration with co-workers and still made it home in time to get in my final poem for the December Mini-Poetry Challenge. Writing is definitely one way to make it through the holidays.

January is Foretelling

The first person you kiss
Is the person you’ll spend
The rest of the year with

And it could end something tragic
But there’s magic in that moment

The fortune cookie of the calendar
The bearer of new beginnings

All things in place
And determined to do things differently
The next time around

It’s going to be a good year

December is Forgetting

Poem Number 2 for the Read Write Poem for the December Mini-Poetry Challenge. This one came easier than yesterday's poem. Perhaps because December is my favorite month.

December is Forgetting

I’ll get lost in the hustle
And frenzy
Holiday storefronts
Will offer some form of relief

From lovesickness

There will be moments
When I won’t even think of you
Moments when I struggle
For the memories

Moments when I feel no pain

No one ever says
How easy it can be to forget
But if you ask me
Time heals nothing

It’s December that washes the slate clean

November is Forgiving

I've missed the last few Poetry Mini-Challenges from Read Write Poem, but I was determined to get back into the swing of things when the month of December rolled around. December is my favorite month. I love spending time with my family and shopping, two things December is notorious for. Plus by birthday is in December. How can I go wrong? Unfortunately December is a hectic month and I never find much time to write. Lucky for me RWP went easy on me as this mini-challenge only requires three poems. Here is the first:

November is Forgiving

Boys always go for the same things
My bottom lip
And something I can’t mention
In polite company

He was no different
When I thought I had lost him forever
November brought him back to me
Giving me something to be thankful for

Truths and Lies at 4 a.m.

A Read Write Poem Essay Prompt! Part of the Games Poets Play series; one of these essays is true, the other is false. Can you guess which one?

Essay 1:

At 4 a.m. he held me captive. Well not so much captive as against my will. Well not so much my will, but against my better judgment. This is not to say I didn’t want to be with him. I just didn’t think this is where I would end up when the night was over; though I had hoped for it.

He took a seat on the couch and urged me to sit down next to him. So much closer than the last time we were in this situation. It didn’t take long for him to press his lips against mine and I didn’t fight. I was thankful for this second chance.

We shifted for hours; me on top of him, him on top of me, our lips barely parting, but our bodies barely crossing the line past PG-13. He fell asleep with his arms around me.

***

Essay 2:

At 4 a.m. I left his house and headed to my own home. As I walked through the door I was immediately overcome with loneliness; wishing I had stayed with him longer. All night I told myself I wouldn’t go home with him. I wouldn’t let myself fall back into his trap. Last time didn’t end well; a truth I have had to remind myself of often.

I took off my makeup, changed into sleeping clothes, and curled up on the couch with my dog. I fell sleep imagining him with his arms around me and had the sweetest dreams. His lips pressed against mine, his hands shifting to experience every curve of my body, my hands running from his head to his shoulders to his chest.

In the morning I wondered why reality couldn’t be as gentle as this, but this was pure fiction and only in my head.

A Moment of Truth about You...

Talk is cheap.
Don't waste your words on me unless you have something important to say.

Apparently I'm on a bit of an honesty kick! I really wish I could say that to someone specific right now. I don't have the courage. Instead I say it here and get it out into the world. I love my blog, my paper dreams, and all those other things.

A Moment of Truth: Work

No one ever told me that work is a lot like high school. Someone should have told me. So here I am telling you.