Tag Archive | Poetry

Ode to a vehicular friend

Ode to a vehicular friend

You came to us in ’99 But you were my sister’s, before you were mine With your unique silver-purple paint The best description to use is “quaint” We got together in about 20007 And it was just a match made in heaven We traveled to and from Idaho, and lived to tell the tale Survived […]

Goals for my 23rd year

It’s a pretty straightforward title. Here they are: Finish writing that post I’ve been mentioning for months. I’ve started it but I haven’t really done much with it for two months (no joke). Finish at least one piece of fiction I’m currently working on. I’ve got three in the works. One is almost done. I’m […]

Unblocked

Tick…tock…tick…tock… That’s all I can hear, echoing inside my head. because the screen is no longer blank. A gong to the temple I call my brain, with nothing to drown it out. Moore, Rowling and Jones surround me— their spines stiff and lined up like young troops. A blanket of dust collected from neglect slowly […]

The best things Sammi said in 2008 (according to her)

Another year is coming to a close and that calls for a moment of reflection and introspection. So, in true journalist form, I’ve done a little backtracking and have looked back on what I’ve written since I started this blog back in April. In a moment (or two…or three) of self horn-tooting, I’ve picked out […]

Movies Lie: Minority Report Part 3 (Unspoken, Spoken Word Edition)

Movies Lie You eat a bowl of tea. I’ll drink a cup of rice. And once we’re all done we’ll see if the girl standing here before you is really all that nice and neat, ready to drop at your feet and give in to your demands, but I think you’ll soon learn I’m not […]

No Apologies

No Apologies Not that sweet, but still pretty short. Without straying: Not to be underestimated.   A quirky personality and easily frazzled, but not one to back down.   Size has nothing to do with it. Size has everything to do with it.   Not always thinking before speaking or taking action but ready to […]

Spanish Memories

With all the talk about Barcelona in my previous post, it reminded me of this poem that I wrote for my creative writing class last quarter. Enjoy! Spanish Memories  When the flamenco is soaked in sangria I’ll go to Barcelona. I’ll go to Barcelona with churros con xocolata and a side of paella.