The post, Things You Never Say to a Woman, was originally written in 2023. It is a throwback that I thought still applies today. Although, written with humor, it has some good pieces to keep in mind too. Hope you enjoy.
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Month: July 2026
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Disentangle or Liberate is now published on Spillwords! The poem was written for the July prompt at Spillwords.com. This month the theme is breaking the chain. I have included an excerpt below.
I wrote about how to break free from old ways of thinking. It allows for progress and change. Enjoy!
The chain is linked since
Many generations ago
But wait, we can break it
A process hard to conceive
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Pieces of Seaside Ashore
Sandy pebbles in my shoe, ouch
Bringing home the sunny beach too
Unzip my bag, it's in my pouch
Sandy pebbles in my shoe, ouch
I sit and find golden grains in my couch
From my pockets pieces of seashore askew
Sandy pebbles in my shoe, ouch
Bringing home the sunny beach too
Pieces of Seaside Ashore is written for theW3 prompt by Selma. She has asked us to write about summer.
Her guidelines: Summer is hot, sticky, noisy, melty—and perfect for a poem that keeps coming back around. This week let’s write a triolet: a playful eight-line poem built from repetition and rhyme.
Thank you, David, for your dedication to hosting every week. And thank you Selma for the inspiration for this week’s prompt!
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Dreams to Light
Can I be a nurse?
Cure people so they can live
Feed the hungry ones
Provide homes to all people
From my dream I awaken
~Little girls with dreams become women with vision-unknown~
Now that I'm older
Recruit all the helping hands
Volunteer, I am
My vision is bright and clear
Fight the good fight, persevere
Dreams to Light is about little girls who have big dreams of their own. Some are realized and some are merely a dream. Growing up and coming of age, into adulthood, womanhood, the vision forms. It can be as simple as gathering like-minded people together. Maybe even starting to act on those long-lost dreams as a child.
We all have different experiences in life and different ideas about what the world should look like, how people should live. It all starts with imagination and transforms to something bigger, more meaningful. If only we dare to bring those dreams to light.
Dreams turn to visions, then into movements. I pose this question to women who had dreams as a child; how has your dream shaped your life today?
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Photo by Mustafa Omar on Unsplash
Curly, natural, versatile movement and shape, elastic
Irons; titanium, ceramic, tourmaline, ionic
Hair fused with heat to create a look, iconic
Voluminous Crown was written for the W3 weekly prompt. The challenge presented this week by Jaideep is outlined below:
Write one three-line poem that brings together a cultural tradition and modern technology. Your poem can be playful, thoughtful, imaginative, or personal. Each line may contain any number of syllables, so feel free to follow your own natural rhythm
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In this video is a segment called Split Personality on the Connect the Dots podcast. The host, Louis poses questions, to which we both delve into these questions and give our perspectives.
Check out the Connect the Dots podcast on You Tube.
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Is it that time
Impending doom
The earth is combusting
About to be barren
-bare
No more breath can be heard
No more wildlife to roar
The world as we know it
-no more
Round, daylight orb, igniting
Making civilization extinct
Is It That Time, is written for the prompt by Sadje for WDYS. Thank you for the inspiration and the weekly prompts.
Image credit: Annie Spratt on Unsplash
One day it felt like I was on top of the world. Living life with the finest things. So, it seems from the outside looking in. A career that I love. Helping people with services to enhance their lives. A comfortable home fully furnished. Plush yard, lots of square footage. A luxury car. Foreign import with butterfly doors and heated seats.
You understand where this is going.
Next week, on a Monday morning, I woke up. Feeling good, I have my cup of coffee with French vanilla creamer. My apple fritter is in the microwave for ten seconds. I sit down in the kitchen and indulge in my daily breakfast. After, I get dressed in a beautiful Blue A-line dress with a plunging neckline. Slip into my heels and do a quick turnaround in front of the mirror. Ok, I’m all good. Out the door, I go.
Defining Moment
An hour later, I arrived at work. Walk into my office and sit down. Let me check my calendar for the day. A knock at the door distracts me. Irritated, I respond, “come in!” The big boss walks in. A dry expression on his face. He sits opposite my desk. “Good morning, Amani, do you have a minute?” Mr. Walker firmly asks.
“Yes, of course. Is everything okay?” I responded. “Well, no, it isn’t. I have some bad news,” He retorted. “We have to let you go. The company is downsizing and there is no place for you. I’m sorry.”
“What! Are you fricking serious right now? I have a mortgage and car payments!”- I angrily shouted at him.
Mr. Walker stood up, turned to me once more and said, “I’m really sorry.” Then he left my office.
Devastated by the news, I started to panic. It felt like someone sucked all the air out of the room. In an attempt to calm down, I sat. Swiveling in my plush, comfortable, high back, leather, office chair. A sly grin slowly formed across my face. The wheels of a plot were coming together in my head.
Security came into my office. “We are ready to escort you out now,” says the squatty guard with masking tape on his glasses.
I gathered my personal belongings. Before exiting my office for the last time, I stood in the doorway and took a final look. As I turn around, all eyes are on me as I walk down the long hallway.
The Get Back
Now, alone, in my car. I exact revenge on Mr. Walker. Who does he think he is firing me! He has some nerve! I’ll show him how much of a big boss he thinks he is. I use an AI app on my phone. I prompt the app to create a picture of my co-worker with a handsome, young, buff, attractive man. The image shows the young man and the woman in a seductive embrace and smiling.
The co-worker is the wife of Mr. Walker. The caption on the image reads, “this is what satisfaction looks like.” I add heart and fire emoji’s. Next, I press the send button. A huge smile takes over my face, and I am smiling so wide; it starts to hurt. Feeling such a sense of gratification, I sit in the car and wait.
Five minutes pass and Mr. Walker storms out and is talking on his phone. “Who the hell is this man you are with? Have you lost your mind woman!” shouts Mr. Walker. Meanwhile, I am sitting there watching and listening to the conversation unfold. He sees me sitting in my car grinning and gives me a dirty look. He continues to shout and yell at his wife as he drives off.
Karma Takes Over
I get home and find two cars in the driveway. One belongs to my husband Malik. The other, I have not seen before. The smile quickly fades and concern takes over. It is 2:30 p.m. in the afternoon and Malik is supposed to be at work. Walking inside I hear romantic music playing. The baby-making kind. A pair of women’s shoes are in the living room.
Immediately, I got angry. I head to the bedroom and push the door open. My husband and some hussy are in bed together. My bed! “Malik, what are you doing at home and who is this bird?!”- I demanded. Stuttering, he replies, “nobody, she is nobody. Baby, I can explain!”. Yelling back, “there is nothing to explain. Get out!”
Feeling deflated and humiliated, I retreat to the bathroom and slam the door. Now, I know how Mr. Walker must have felt when he received a text with a picture of his wife and another man.
It’s Not So Sweet
The moral of the story is that two wrongs never make a right. Amani is a woman who defines her life by appearances and status. She quickly learned that when you use manipulation tactics, it does not end well. Amani felt so proud of herself for sending that fake AI image to her boss, Mr. Walker, who had just fired her. She was in for the shock of her life when she came home. Amani found her husband, Malik in their matrimonial home with another woman.
The get back is not so sweet anymore!
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