Poem-a-Day April 2018 Writer’s Digest Challenge #18. Theme: Temptation


Off the Rack: Mr. Basil Caraway

He was an English sage
who happened to be a baby-faced,
red-hot ginger.
His attire, so sporty & posh,
packaged such a scary good sense of humour,
that he was deemed irresistible.
So much so, that Rosemary Curry
couldn’t keep from sprouting
whenever she smelt him.



Poem-a-Day April 2018 Writer’s Digest Challenge #16. Theme: Love/Anti-Love


Life is Loving Things, Hating Things

I love men clean-cut & clean-shaven;
I hate man-buns & gauges.
(Less hair, more flesh, please.)

I love older men,
not old men (in “that way”).

I love mint-green MINI Coopers;
I hate smart cars.
(They look dumb.)

I love my womanly curves;
I hate that one of those curves isn’t concave.

I love epidurals;
I hate contractions.
(Except when I’m trying to reduce my word count.)

I love the Bible;
I hate some of the things in it.
(God as Bad Cop, Jesus, Good Cop.)

I love humanism;
I hate feminism.
(But femininity rules.)

I’d love to write for Harlequin;
I hate reading Harlequin romances.
(But such is called research.)

I love linguistics,
I hate statistics.
(One is a carton of pretty lies,
the other can be a pack of damn lies.)

I love it when people make an educated argument;
I hate it when they copy-and-paste.

I love conducting interviews;
I hate cold quoting.
(I am not a “Woman on the Street” type.)

I love Valentine’s Day now that I’m married;
I hated it when I was single.
(Still think it’s stupid, only I get stuff now.)

I hate things about this life,
but I love my life,
& live without regrets,
for to change the smallest thing
might have changed everything.


Poem-a-Day April 2018 Writer’s Digest Challenge #15. Theme: Favorite



A five-dollar charity purchase from ECUA,
this androgynous little duck found rough love with Hannah Banana Boo,
whose favorite thing was not only Quackers himself,
but whose favorite thing to do was to “Smack Quackers.”
In addition to having Mama or Daddy put him on the fan blade
while she flipped the switch,
making him fly and crash,
she set him on her lamp,
barbecuing his bum—
which turned him into a real hardass
(at least on one cheek).
Crashing & burning became his life,
and Hannah chewed on him so much with her razor-blade chompers
that he eventually lost his marbles
(or rather, the beads that gave him bulk).


Poem-a-Day April 2018 Writer’s Digest Challenge #15. Theme: Metaphor


Life is a Cup of Coffee (Which is Like a Woman)

Life is a cup of coffee–
good to the last gulp.
Sometimes it’s sweet,
at others, bitter,
& can cost as little or as much
as we are willing to pay for it.
In basic black, it comes,
or in all shades of complicated cream,
but, like any good thing,
it runs out too soon.


Book Review: The Hypnotist’s Love Story


This was a fun read, but a little different than I was expecting.  It was set in Australia, which interested me, but I was expecting a Hitchcockian thriller (I should’ve known better, from the cover design), but what I got was a stalking story shadowing an unconventional love story (meaning the “hero,” as they would call him in Harlequin romance novels, is quite the dullard).

Though it was what one might label a beach read (which is rarely a compliment), the characterization was phenomenal.  Even the supporting characters all had personalities that set them apart from what I would call stock characters.  It was light on plot, but character has always trumped plot for me, for I fall in love with characters, not stories, but for the characters involved in them.  (Hence, why I read The DaVinci Code only once.)

Though the hypnotist was meant to be the main character, she competed with the stalking character, whom the author made sympathetic, even though I didn’t approve of her actions.  However, the dueling stories didn’t hurt the book, because both women’s stories were compelling (which is no easy thing to do).

I did learn a little about hypnotherapy, but I wasn’t bogged down with details about it.

I hope the author will refrain, in future books, from adding “their heads,” or “their hands,” when referring to someone nodding or clapping.  Those redundancies drive me crazy, but other than that, it was nicely written.  The pacing was spot-on, for I didn’t skip through one bit of it, and the mini lead-ins to each chapter were a nice touch.

What I got from this book is that relationships are complicated, and how important it is to explore them further to make them work.  I also got that sometimes letting go of a person doesn’t always mean letting go of just that person, but also their family, which is why it’s important to have relationships that aren’t based on our relationships with our significant others–people who will still be your friends, even if the relationship ends.

This book had a breezy feel to it, even though it tackled some heavy topics.  It was a nice balance, with occasional touches of humor.  I will definitely read more of Ms. Moriarty’s books.

Poem-a-Day April 2018 Writer’s Digest Challenge #14. Theme: Report

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Starr Reporter

Starr was a crackerjack ink slinger
for The Scoop at Pence State College,
covering events such as the Modern Mime show,
put on by the ASL Lousy Poets Club
(a small group),
archery intramurals on Valentine’s Day,
(where Professor Kewpid was the target),
& The Great Brown-Bagged Fake n’ Bake Swap
from extra credit-hungry culinary students.

She treated her articles like she treated people–
making what the world deemed unimportant feel important,
for she’d been taught that genuine class
was neither in the threads of her clothes
nor in the strands of her DNA,
but in how she treated others.


Poem-a-Day April 2018 Writer’s Digest Challenge #13. Theme: Insect


Harlow’s Hankering for Handymen

Mr. Roche was so fetching in his Orkinix uniform,
not too fresh, & just the right amount of funny.
In his starched whites & hard hat,
he slayed the dragons,
or rather sprayed the little creepy-crawlies.
She fell for him that day,
that is,
until Joe the Plumber opened her pickle jar,
for no man was a walking Swiss Army knife.