just another day by day
“It’s just another day as far as I’m concerned,” my friend Kathy said to me on Christmas Eve when I reached out for some support. Sharing my feelings is a…
see the me that’s me
I wrote this poem while doing some research on Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD or Asperger’s Syndrome), and I think it probably expresses the feelings of many of us who are…
i am the river
This poem was born out of conversations with a friend about connection, sharing self, vulnerability, relationships, boundaries and more. I believe our true feelings often remain unspoken; they flow like…
a little piece of nice advice
Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t want your advice. I really dislike unsolicited advice. I find it patronizing and offensive. I know, I know, people are…
three little kittens
three little kittens © 2018 punkie who could help but be smitten, by three little kittens, as they snuggle up in the hay? they’ve no interest in mittens, these…
my darling clementines: christmas reflections from morocco
Susan notes: Carolyn Thériault is a Canadian expatriate who lived in Turkey when she wrote this blog post; she now lives in Spain. Thériault is the author of Stealing Fatima’s Hand,…
not dead. yet.
I wrote this poem in 2018, long before COVID. At the time, I couldn’t come up with a title. I finally decided on “not dead. yet.” With a tip…
Protected: a field of dreams revisited
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note to self: do not argue with people whose purpose is to argue
I wrote this poem, and posted it on LinkedIn. Then a man who seems to enjoy responding to my posts with passive aggressive comments designed to provoke me did so, and I…