Miss SugarCookie

Category: poetry

  • 2018-02-24 Look Who Just Showed Up

    Procrastination From deep within a three week slumber With first a slow and sleepy lumber The monster moves, now cocks his head, Instilling thoughts of sudden dread And In the wake of Panic’s stare I also wake, acutely aware Long days and nights I’ve been remiss Choosing something other than this. *** I just couldn’t…

  • 2018-02-20 It Takes Heart

    What? What takes heart?.. Pretty much everything in life. Really, for us mammals, we can’t live without it but that’s the literal translation of course. I dwell a lot in metaphorical spaces. I’ve written a fair bit lately publically and privately about communication and language and the fact that words with definitions are one of…

  • 2018-02-11 Just a Times New Roman Girl with an Affinity for Starting Fires

    Most of the time when I start to write, I’m writing about what happened yesterday or today or what might happen tomorrow. It’s my current stream of consciousness thats pouring out my fingertips and sometimes I know where I want to start and where it will end and sometimes I have no idea. If I…

  • 2018-01-26 Just Another Post About Relationships

    Yes.. again. I’ve apparently been condemned to a life of never ending questions about relationships and not a lot of answers. Where does one start? I’ll start with the state of starting over. A friend of mine said to me one time that if he and his wife were ever to part ways, for whatever…

  • 2018-01-24 Why Poetry

    I’m in the car this morning navigating the ice rink that is the high school parking lot. I was dodging teenagers and their Pontiacs and late model Cadillacs and somehow maintaining my positive disposition despite my daughters insistance on fighting with me about a 5 minute discrepancy in our schedules. I’m only half listening to…

  • 2018-01-18 Poking the Panic Monster

    I have just under two weeks to get my first set of assignments turned in for this semester of my masters program. The panic monster inside of me is still fast asleep. That’s probably not a good thing. I think part of me thinks it’s going to be easy and the other part thinks that…

  • 2018-01-13 About ‘August and Everything After’

    Last night on my way home from getting groceries one of my favorite Counting Crows songs came up in the shuffle. I could only listen for like a minute before I had to skip to the next song. It wasn’t because it reminds me of something unpleasant. It’s because when Adam sings live, and it…

  • 2018-01-06 MFA Residency Wrap Up

    I arrived home last night to a quiet house and a kitten who was happy to see me. I left all my bags in a pile in the bedroom, had a snack and finished up some writing, and went to bed. I was utterly exhausted. If I were to sum up my experience these past…