S mooth and easy

L oosen up for a bit

O pen up, go quicker

W ill it and slow it down

L ike an appetizer

Y ou’ll feel it


This or That? #37 (Conclusion)


Hello friends!

This week we talked about whether or not we have recently read any historical fiction and 58% of us said……………no. At least not anymore. A lot of us read it as kids but haven’t within the past year or so. To those of you that do read historical fiction often, thank you for the suggestions and recommendations.

Huge thank you to Bambi Quinn and  Lauren @ Lolsy’s Library for joining me this week! Make sure you check out both of their posts and follow them because they’re awesome and you will thank me later.

That’s all for now. See ya on Monday


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A Mistake.



An enticing mistake you were
A mistake that sculpted me,
To create the model that I am today.
A seductive fallacy you were,
Waiting for me to perpetrate.
A spectral mistake you were,
Plaguing my unconscious mind,
Making me feel preternatural
With every breath I breathed.
A winsome mistake you were,
That loved me in all the right places.
Disillusioned me.
But now, you are the water in my eyes.
The song on replay.
The resident of my thoughts.
In some part of this universe, you are.
Spaced by a river of broken promises, we are.
A mistake hard to resist.
The hush before the tempest.
That’s you.

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Sing Me A Lullaby.



Sing me a lullaby.
Allow the benign
To invade my space.
Ameliorate me of my unrest.
Build me a shelter in your embrace.
Sing me a lullaby,
Of words so saccharine.
Fade out the rest –
But save us two.
Let the air be smothered in bliss.
Soft words, slow poison.
Craft the time –
My head against your chest,
Breathing your pulse.
Model me an eternity
Of eruptive fondness.
Sing me a lullaby;
A voice so ample.
The song, be it sung,
Till my last breath.

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The Chandelier by Joel F

Joys of Joel

reflections on life and death, joys of joel writings, the chandelier, childhood The Chandelier –

I was in a bar when i heard the song again, Sia’s The Chandelier.  At 2 am something in the past comes back again. I don’t know why, there’s something with the chandelier that gives me this creepy feeling. Nope, it’s not the song, i’m referring to the “Chandelier” itself.

Although i’ve seen a hundred chandeliers in more than a hundred places, there are only two memorable occasions when the chandelier left its strong impressions.

First, when our family went to an uptown hotel, my sight was immediately centered to a humongous chandelier . As a child i was amazed by the chandelier’s  intricate design. The countless artful bulbs that give its blinding lights below the red carpet at the center of the lobby seem to welcome you with a screaming voice, announcing your arrival. It was beautiful. I was mesmerized until we went to a…

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Elan Mudrow

Photo by Ouida DeFriese Photo by Ouida DeFriese

As a child, I gravitated

Towards the empty house.

One that was abandoned,

need of repair,

At the end of a gravel road

Half-painted into neglect

Off of Exit 5

A place to be alone

With others

Though we were few

We populated the world

With search in our eyes

Loud young voices

Who held sweaty, cold hands

With one another, either by friendship

Or a burning desire

Never defined until

The house gave it no name

The house had grass

Grown to its highest point

Eventually browned

By summer’s end, fall’s begin.

I liked it that way

Wild, let loose, gray

I wasn’t surprised others

Liked the loose gray

As I did. Earth like clouds

There, we drank bad wine

Smoked without inhaling

Kissed without tongues

Felt each other

Before maturity set in.

It was like we were

Searching for spring

There, we argued like…

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Emotions We Feel but Can’t Explain.


12 Emotions We Feel, but Can’t Explain …

There are plenty of emotions that we feel on a daily basis, but have trouble explaining to others.

However, there are actually words out there that describe those common feelings perfectly.

That means you no longer have to struggle to tell your friends what’s on your mind.

You can just say one of the following words and then hand them a dictionary:


Vemodenal is the frustration of photographing something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist—the same sunset, the same waterfall, the same curve of a hip, the same closeup of an eye—which can turn a unique subject into something hollow and pulpy and cheap, like a mass-produced piece of furniture you happen to have assembled yourself.


Dysania is “the state of finding it hard to get out of bed in the morning.” There’s a similar word, called clinomania…

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