For [A Select Few] Males Raised with Lots of Sisters

For [A Select Few] Males Raised with Lots of Sisters

Kindly pass this message to Them at your next holiday dinner:

•Which one of you idiots graduated this moron?
•You useless twit. What were you THINKING?!
•Did you use any objective testing criteria?
•Sigh.. I knew you didn’t. That’s Eighteen Shades of Obvious.
•Well, Thanks for Nobody and his giant mound of Nothing… just what we all needed…Another ASSHOLE!!



I’ve been chased to the brinks,
Forced to jump-crash-and-sink
Into the spiraling vortex of Insanity,
Driven to the Edge by the endless, bottomless, ceaseless, filthy, nipping, gnashing, unappeasable, pursuing
Dregs of humanity.
Mayday. Dependence Day.
Help Me.
If not today,
Then soon.


I’m dating myself, but as soon as I titled this post, I went to YouTube to find the Schoolhouse Rock song it triggered in my memory (along with lots of great other informative ditties I still remember!)


I have a huge change on my horizon that, frankly, I’ve been postponing.

I know the WHEN and the WHY for it; I haven’t figured out the WHAT OF (different from the WHY) or the WHERE.

I figure the HOW will clarify itself itself once THEN is NOW or SOON.

If it grows into Worry, what’s the point? NOW will arrive and quickly turn into BEFORE, so I don’t want to waste too much NOW stressing about THEN.

The difference between narcissism and empathy

The difference between narcissism and empathy

The narcissist harbors antipathy and refuses to Allow others in line during traffic, rationalizing “if I’ve waited this long, then you’ll wait this long, too.”

An empath, relating to being in the same situation themselves, let’s see you in graciously.

I take both Paths equally. It depends how late I am.

The most self indulgent activity

The most self-indulgent activity

It’s surely writing;
You spend half your time focused on your thought process and the other half processing the varied ways to communicate your thoughts.

Either way, you can’t get out of your head.

P.S. How does any writer find the mental energy to be an extrovert? At least full-time?

My Co-Dependency


Sometimes I hide behind my poems and stories.
Other times, I use them like a diary.
It depends on how I feel about myself at the time.

It scares me how much I depend on them.
What will I do when they leave?

[For some reason, this one cost me something to admit, as well as a few tears on its exit].

FOR THE “PURE WRITERS:” Why I Happen to Like My Pure Videos

Why I like My Snapchat Videos:
They Showcase a Lifetime of Experience

According to my acquired belief system, these videos possess many virtues and capitalize on a Lifetime’s Wealth of Experience.

Their virtue begins prior to my birth with The Invention of The Photograph and the Resultant Cliché that “A picture speaks a thousand words.”

They’re able to make beauty from the ashes of my many Wasted Years as a Wife AND in Chemistry and Algebra to Fail to Recognize a formula for success, even if it equates!

Regardless of my track record, I feel in my gut these videos marry the Dramatic Flair I FIRST began at the onset of puberty with my Ability to Phrase My Words Poetically…

Honed during my years as a writer to Think Poetically In The First Place!

The end result should be POTENT DRAMA, wryly age-fermented into one self-effacing, surprisingly-impactful, socially-irresponsible yet hopefully still-entertaining multimedia of a cyberbyte.

When that inevitably fails like all my prior marriages, I find myself paying a premium to My IPhone Memory Plan and resorting to my inherent Gift of Gab, videotaping 100% of Everything I blab about for hours. I then rely on my Natural Aesthetic to Recognize The 1% that’s salvageable and ultimately return to my aptly-titled B.S. degree in Radio-TV-Film to Edit The Useless Footage Down, hopefully quasi-coherently.

Of course, I never forget to swing by my long-term, prestigious highschool-memory banks to Cleverly Spin and Repackage this mere fraction of useless chatter about Everything into “Much Ado About Nothing.”

I hope you find them entertaining, too. Frankly, they’re easier to make than the poems, and I’d appreciate the harmless self-promotion.



Nowadays, young people “start growing their social media presence” instead of preparing to get into, attend, and graduate from college.

Is it tragic or smart?
It’s tragic but smart.
It’s tragic AND smart.

Life is played in multiple stages of Reality nowadays.



This Rule proves true about 80% of the time for me:

If a person is truly innocent, the Truth sets them free.

For The Guilty, the Truth turns them into Liars (if they weren’t already; which they most certainly were).




I heard Jennifer Lopez is running her mouth and talking smack about us skinny bitches again.

If those zaftig bitches don’t stop shooting trash out of BOTH sides of their pretty gobs, we’e gonna have some serious West-Side-Story hand-to-hand street action.

Any DAY now.



Shadows Boomerang in the heavily-shaded absorbed silence of unglamorous Self-Reflection while simultaneously bouncing in shades of The High Echo of a reverberated-while simultaneously-shining dulcet patina of an authentic “BON VOYAGE! I can’t WAIT to see you again!”



I have to be highly entertaining because I’m a tough crowd, and I’m both sole performer and sole audience member most of the time.

Not to mention, I’m really hard on myself.

And while most people would agree I’m highly agreeable, I’m ALSO notoriously difficult to please or impress.

So… I imagine you can imagine my inner struggles.

PS. If I didn’t have such low standards, I’d be too afraid to perform at all.

A Great Face is Hard to Fake

No amount of time
Can stake a claim,
Claim to waste,
Or attempt to erase
A truly great,
Greatly True face.

To even acquire One
Requires EXTRA time
To build and bake,
Then disgrace
Into The Greatest
Of All Faces.

It’s The Last Act
That’s halfway Gracious,
So Accept it,
Don’t disdain it, and

Shine for the Sake of
ALL That’s Beautiful
Inside AND Outside of
Impossibly Gorgeously
Beautiful You.

Don’t worry, I’ll gladly
Shine with you; will YOU
Be Chance-of-Shining
With US TWO, too?

The latest and greatest of
Good News globally for you is:

“You no longer have to await
The Sun’s Return
Before allowing
Your OWN baby rays
To blaze reflectly through.”

Even a shadowy glimpse of my skeleton’s bared-toothy grin darkly deflected back at me in the middle of the night has glared me into a terrified, startled response.

The Salt From Tears


Tears are important, too.

When I travel down a deep dark tunnel into a fathomless black hole of despair, I rely on my tears to remind me
I’m still a soul,
sitting in a body,
feeling sad right now.

Tears anchor and tether me; both are equally salvationary.