I’m glad the days of casual dating are over, and there won’t be anymore awkward first times, or men who woo and ditch me, or worse, pretend that I’m interesting and then forget what I said. I’ve been there, and give the whole thing zero stars. They say you can’t find a man at a bar, but how is finding one online better? It used to be such a foolish...
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We met when your only job was shuttling your children back and forth to their various activities, and now I know you loved that more than most things. You’d drive for hundreds of miles just to get the chance to drive them another few hundred miles. You are a warrior father. You will go to battle for them but not for me. I am the one you defend them against....
Writing poetry every morning, like EVERY morning lately has done some good things for my psyche. But not watching the news in the morning probably helps even more. I used to come down with my coffee and turn on the news – no more. I wanted to be part of the solution, I am not going to be part of the problem, and in my work and heart I’m doing...
In the beginningour sleeping arrangements were“only once in a while”. That didn’t keep itfrom being a fairytale;you were my whole world. When the bed was oursI won the damn lottery,is this what’s called luck? Today’s poetry prompt words were: sleeping arrangements, fairytale, and lottery. Photo by Wyxina Tresse on Unsplash Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X More Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window)...
