Judge for the Offtopic short story writing competition

I was one of the judges for the Offtopic short story competition, and one of the stories won, Whiteout, the other got an honorable mention, Don’t Be A Beethoven.

It was an honor to be a judge and a great experience.


Happy Thanksgiving

So the turkey isn’t in the oven and won’t be eaten, as I have nome. However, my appreciation for all that I have, senses, arms, legs, family, love, hate, all I’m thankful for, for each teaches you something new.

Always be thankful for what you have, as others most likely might have less.


Prickly Rose

The thorn in the rose rose
To prick and pick the pose
Of the stone staying style
Of bone that bosses boys
From tome to tome to
Cover conversations in cold
Winter storms that hinder the hearer
From accepting and acknowledging
Avarice that alienates avowels
Of loyalty, love, and lies
That embue endless enmity.


๐Ÿซ…Creation Of A Woman ๐Ÿซ… ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ ๐Ÿ’ƒWow!*Woman*๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ฉ When God created the woman He worked late on Friday……… ๐ŸงšAn angel came and asked. “Why spend so much time on it?” Replied the God,”Did you see all the specifications, I had to meet in order to design it?” ๐Ÿ’ƒโ— She must function in all kinds of situations. ๐Ÿ’ƒโ— She must be able to adopt several children at once. ๐Ÿ’ƒโ— Have a hug that can heal anything from a bruised knee to a broken heart. ๐Ÿ’ƒโ— She must do it all with just two hands. ๐Ÿ’ƒโ— She heals herself when she is sick and can work 18 hours a day. ๐Ÿงš The angel was impressed “Only two hands”……. impossible! ๐Ÿ’ฉ๐Ÿ‘ธAnd this is the standard model?๐Ÿซ… ๐ŸงšThe angel approached and touched the woman. “But you made her so soft,.” ๐Ÿ’ฉ”She’s soft,” God said, “But I made her strong, You can not imagine what she can endure and overcome” ๐Ÿงš “Can she think?” Asked the angel …Replied the God”Not only can she think, she can reason and negotiate.” ๐Ÿงš The angel touched her cheek ……”God, this piece seems to be leaking! You’ve put too much of a burden on it,” ๐Ÿ’ฉ”She’s not leaking … it’s a tear.” The God corrected the angel … ๐Ÿงš”What is it for?” Asked the angel …… ๐Ÿ’ฉSaid the God “Tears are her way of expressing her sorrow, her doubts, her love, her solitariness, her suffering and her pride.” … ๐Ÿงš It made a great impression on the angel, “God, you’re a genius. You thought of everything, “A truly wonderful woman ” ๐Ÿ’ฉ Said the God, “Indeed she is! ๐Ÿ’ƒโ–  She has the power to amaze a man. ๐Ÿ’ƒโ–  She can handle troubles and carry heavy loads. ๐Ÿ’ƒโ–  She holds happiness, love and opinions. ๐Ÿ’ƒโ–  She smiles when she feels like screaming. ๐Ÿ’ƒโ–  She sings when she feels like crying, cries when she’s happy and laughs when she’s scared. ๐Ÿ’ƒโ–  She fights for what she believes in. ๐Ÿ’ƒโ–  Her love is unconditional…… “Her heart breaks when a relative or friend dies, but she finds the strength to continue living.” ๐ŸงšAngel asked: So she is a perfect being? ๐Ÿ’ฉ The God replied: No. It has only one drawback, “She often forgets what she’s worth.” ๐Ÿ‘‰ Send it to all the women you respect …. And to all the men who respect a woman ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ * Being a woman is invaluable * ๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ ๐Ÿ‘‰*Pass this on to every woman in your touch to make her feel proud of herself.* ๐Ÿ‘ˆ ๐ŸŒน Copyright ยฉยฎ Prince Amb poet Dr prasanna Kumar mohapatra,India. ๐ŸŒท

I came across this and wanted to share the beauty, delicacy, and women’s strength in living a life carrying out many roles in a society that lacks appreciation for all she does.



I had a lumpectomy done today. What a wonderful job the nurses and doctors did in their jobs as well as keeping my morale high.

The presence physical and emotional of my family members boosted my morale even more.

I’m hoping I’ll feel better quickly and get back to my blog.


Behind the Door

In a world where silence
Is a luxury at the core
Grab the peace
Where there’s only violence at the door.

How do you hold onto it?
How do you keep it, or
Stay sane in a fit
Where chaos is always at the door?


Poet Review

I just got this review on Tumblr, and felt humbled by his thoughts and feelings to my writing.


Moon ๐ŸŒ™

By the harvest moon

The lover’s moon reaches out

Only to swoon

At the alter of harvest being picked out.

In a bout, the moon’s collide

The lover imposes its power

Fully intending to win and bide

His time to overpower such wonder.

As the lover reigns

The harvest gains, through pains of

The glory of feeding, with grains,

The world that’s exploding in a bluff.


Writing poetry

Your Muse is either music (DavidArnold, Who YouReally Are, & Metamorphosis), society, you, life, relationships, dicord, or anything really. You add your words, on paper, and you get this:

Notice please: crossed out parts, lines that are supposed to an m, and personal note at the top (Kafka). Love writing!


Life’s Vain

Life is sometimes a Strain

But you live life as a speedy Train

That leaves you breathless in the Rain.

Don’t let people lead you to Stray

From your path, that’s like a Tray

Whose definative shape is sun’s Ray.

Don’t try to Explain

To people what’s Plain

For they’ve put their heads down and Lain.