Miss SugarCookie

Tag: writing

  • 2020-12-24 A Perfect 4

    2020-12-24 A Perfect 4

    I haven’t put on a dress in a while, but I’m pretty sure size 4 is still what would fit best. On a scale from 0-10, pretty sure my poetry is a 4 too. At least based on all these rejections. Another one popped into my in-box this morning. Like hello… merry fucking Christmas to…

  • 2020-12-24 It’s Always the Eve of Tomorrow

    2020-12-24 It’s Always the Eve of Tomorrow

    Christmas Eve today. On one hand it’s all just fine. I have everything I need here. My people, love, nourishment, warmth, opportunity, and am looking forward to tomorrow and the adventures we will find there.  On the other hand, it just doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel like Christmas or the cusp of another residency…

  • 2020-12-23 Missing Christmas

    2020-12-23 Missing Christmas

    Today I’m thinking about how in life, sometimes, not always, you get what you give.  There have been times in my life where I apparently had nothing but time. Scrapbooks, photo albums, hand crafted Christmas cards, and all manner of hand written letters. Who remembers hand written letters? What a wonderful thing to go to…

  • 2020-12-20 Stand in the Mirror and Wait for Feedback

    2020-12-20 Stand in the Mirror and Wait for Feedback

    Sunday again. Lacking sleep again. Still working on that lecture. On and on.  I’m trying not to freak out. You know, but there’s so much to do. Res. GLR. Christmas. Bills. You know I’ve got bills that are like 60 days past due and I can’t even begin.  I don’t know what’s wrong with me.…

  • 2020-12-19 Christmas is Slithering Near

    2020-12-19 Christmas is Slithering Near

    See what I did there?  Oh last night I just got seriously smashed. I mean, it doesn’t take much these days. A half a bottle of my favorite red wine, Jam Jar, which is sweet and goes to my head almost immediately. But its sweetness also probably contributes to the midnight wake up with a…

  • 2020-12-18 Time Doesn’t Give a Reason

    2020-12-18 Time Doesn’t Give a Reason

    It just runs and rolls and takes the days away. Years lost inside fragments of fractured mirrors or broken bottle glass strewn across the lawn, bits so small and clustered they look like the tee-box of hole nine. You know the one. Hard as hell to hit from because of the stampede of cottonwood trees…

  • 2020-12-17 One Way to Save a Life

    2020-12-17 One Way to Save a Life

    It’s December 17 again. I see the calendar and think, “This day again.” We all have them. A day in time, a date on the calendar we recognize immediately, a date that takes us back to the past. We may have several, but for me, December 17 will always be a day that gives me…

  • 2020-12-15 Smile and Wave

    2020-12-15 Smile and Wave

    Apparently that all I have to offer today. I woke up feeling pretty good and motivated to get lots of stuff done. I spent too much time yesterday being angry or sad and felt as though the 3+ hours I spent in CB were just hours that I could otherwise have been productive. I’m over…