Friday, December 28, 2012

I Wake

This weekend's Trifextra Challenge is community-judged.
"I feel I'm able to get rid of any demons lurking in my psyche through my writing, which leaves me free to create all of this and to enjoy our family life, stepping away from all the fictional traumas and the dramas. If I write about family in crisis, then I won't have to live through it, I guess."
                    - Jodi Picoult

This weekend we're asking for 33 of your own words that exorcise a demon.  One of your own, or one from your imagination.  Let it bleed on the page.

I Wake

My tense body struggles to grip onto his heavy hand over a cliff.  He wants to let go; I don’t.

Our hands finally slip.  And I fall.

I wake before the dreaded thump.

On severed relationships: who is the fallen, which way is the abyss, and whose reality are they in?  It seems we spend a lifetime trying to find out.

Sunday, December 23, 2012


Wooden reindeer from the Christmas tree lot,
Dressed in red ribbons perfect for my shot.

 My favorite nail enamel in crimson red,
For festive holiday gatherings ahead.

Christmas stockings hung in a row,
In colors to match Mr. Ho Ho Ho!

Marshmallow snowmen edible craft,
Red fruit roll-up around him wrapped.

In decorative paper presents hide--
What better color for the yuletide?

These are a few of my favorite photos of this holiday season.  To me, the common denominator is what makes them festive.  

Thank you for visiting my blog.  Happy Holidays to you!

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Thursday, December 20, 2012

Dipped and Sprinkled

Dipped and sprinkled.
Confetti twinkled.  
Savory, chocolaty,
Crispy, crunchy.

Oh, brother!
I want another.

I'm trying something new this holiday season.  Instead of baking and decorating over ten dozen sugar cookies for our teachers, I thought I'd do something easier--chocolate-dipped pretzels.  No rolling and chilling and cutting and decorating, and no sore muscles the next day.  Just smearing and fork-marking and sprinkling and waiting.  It was fun, festive, and easy.  I'm giving this entire batch away and the kiddos and I will make more for ourselves to munch on.  It will be a blast!

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Holiday Season

Holiday Spirit is
A few strings of lights 
On tree and windows--
Nighttime delights.

Holiday Anticipation is
Stockings' surprise
On the mantel--
Growing in size.

Holiday Sound is
My lil violinists bowing
"Jingle Bells" on stage--
Their music flowing.

Holiday Scent is
Fresh Frasier pine
Adorn with ornaments--
A fragrance divine.

Holiday Love is
Greetings via cards
From friends afar--
Sending their regards.

Holiday Joy is
Time with family
Eating, laughing, playing--
Fiercely, wholly, deeply.

Friday, December 7, 2012

Spectacularly Clean

This weekend we are giving you three variations on a prompt.  We need you to give us 33 words back, and 2 of those words must be either "cheap flights," "sandwiched in" or "spectacularly clean."  This weekend, your piece must also be non-fiction (poetry or prose).

This week's challenge is community-judged.
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Here goes:

My love-hate relationship for being spectacularly clean:

I adore the exuberance of all-things pristine,

But detest the possibility of mucking the serene.

So I settle for the shades of gray somewhere in between. 

And thus is my life's battle between having a moderate case of OCD and an equally substantial case of laziness.  "Spectacularly clean" in our house only lasts minutes after decluttering/mopping/dusting/vacuuming/wiping/scrubbing/sighing for hours.  That awesome feeling of spotlessness only lasts for moments few and far between.  And once the house gets re-cluttered/messy/dirty beyond a certain point, there's really no reason to rescue it until the next scheduled full-on cleaning.  Ya know what I mean?  

Oh, and voting begins Sunday at 7 PM EST for 12 hours.