NaPoWriMo Day 6: Line Breaks

NaPoWriMo (2018), Poetry


You were supposed to be the lock

I the key

But you veered differently

You traded loyalty and promise

For unfamiliar


I tried to forgive but my heart never forgot what you



I do

Wander through the desert stuck at perpetual oasis

Unsure of sight/sound of torture/bliss

I do

Make new promises I can’t keep

Only fulfilling steadfast lack of sleep

I do

Trust that in time

I will find

What I seek

May you find that only always forever that you misplaced unreplicable key


May your lock never un-latch


S/he will stomp your door in, guns blazing and show you a new way

I hope you will never be okay


Day 3 NaPoWriMo: List poem in which all the items are made-up names.

NaPoWriMo (2018), Poetry, Uncategorized


Johnny Rose and The Pretenders,

Sloppy Seconds and The Defenders,

Running Reverend and Sassy Sal,

Sneaky Cheeses and Olive Owl,

Peaking Yumi and Sunrise Hardhats,

Descent to Desert and The Kool Kats,

Casa Bougie and Marigold Dream,

Rouge Kamir and The Ripped Seams,

Prismatic Stars In Mud,

Cobalt Sunrise Rush,

Sleepy Pinks and The Skidamaroo’s,

Gloria Va Va Va Va Voom

Clementine von Radics




“I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.”


Read more of Clementine von Radics’ amazing work here:

Day 14 NaPoWriMo: Clerihew*

NaPoWriMo (2017)


From gap tooth, to gold grill,

Evolution, revolution, Prophetess still,

Virgin, sex book, Evita, Slay Queen,

We dance, as through transitions, she sings.


*Disclaimer, a clerihew is supposed to be satirical but at the moment, I’m unable to produce such a poem, instead, this is a tribute to an amazing ever-evolving artist. Thank you Madonna, for everything! ❤ ❤ ❤ 


Aromatherapy: Self Study (Left Brain Edition)


What A Rose Can Say  By: Margie Driver

A rose can say I love you and want you to be mine,
A rose can say I thank you for being so very kind,
A rose can say congratulations, whatever the occasion may be,
A rose can say I miss you and wish you were here with me,
A rose can say I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you in any way,
A rose can say get well soon, May God bless you today,
A rose can say I wish you happiness, and the best for you each day.
A rose can say farewell when someone goes away,
A rose can say hello, I’m thinking of you today,
There’s just so many wonderful things that a rose can say,
A rose can say goodbye when a love one is laid to rest,
No matter what there is to say, a rose can say it best


Aromatherapy: Self Study (Left Brain Edition)

Vetiver “Everyday”:



Art: Vetiver Night Women

Poem: Aromatics Elixir

Author: Myra Lochner

Subtle sophistication,
yet lavish elegance of choice;
powerful and rare in its non-conformist allure,
perfume deluxe.

Sultry notes of mature summer rose,
mingled with innocent jasmine of spring,
and the rare song of fragrance
from the exquisite rainforests:
the mysterious ylang-ylang,
a six-point star of golden green
from the towering cananga tree;
from the deep, downward roots of fertile vetiver,
veiled in vaporous fixative,
arises the exceptional, delicate scent
of secretive yearning  …

Intriguing Aromatics Elixir —
sensitive sensuality of bouquet,
saturating senses and soul:
a lush, intelligently gentle fragrance
that chooses its carrier by essence.


Aromatherapy: Self Study (Left Brain Edition)

Patchouli and Terra Guitarra:


Bohemia By: Tonya Maria

Traveled to Bohemia last evening,wandered with the wandering.
Swayed to the mood of Dylan, caught a glimpse of heaven.
Miss the melody of the mountains and the scent of patchouli in the air.

 Poem Source:


Aromatherapy: Self Study (Left Brain Edition)


Poem Source:

Squeaky Clean

Peppermint patties
they’re really just chocolate
with toothpaste inside.


Art Source:


Aromatherapy: Self Study (Left Brain Edition)


I love the majestic ugliness of the Eucalypt;
Aesthetically more appealing in its twisted, gnarled appearance
Than any uniform northern conifer;
Infinitely more adapted to the unforgiving antipodean climate
Than those idealised European deciduous living monuments
Still transfixing our collective view of how a tree should be.
Those dropping leaves allowing scenes beyond;
Those tendrils of bark denoting Darwinian fitness;
All tug at the heart of we new Australians,
Conflicted, as we are, by sensibilities born elsewhere,
But borne, nevertheless, into an Ancient Eden.