Welcome to Spice and Nice!

Welcome to my blog, Spice and Nice! My Name is Joy. Here is my little corner of the internet where I take time to appreciate and learn about new things.

You’ll find poetry (lots and lots of poetry), recipes, ramblings of my insanity, and the occasional post on the importance of relaxing far, far away from other people.

Some days, I will unfold my thoughts and share my distress, other days, I will write to encourage you.

I hope you stick around on this beautiful journey called “Life.”


Here I share my love for laughter.

I take pride in the words that I put down and wish to be a source of encouragement and odd laughter.

I am a huge fan of cooking good food and laughing with lovely people. My poetry and recipes can attest to that.

I hope you find inspiration in my words while moving forward.



Here I share my love for Poetry.

I want to continually add value to those around me. So here is a free 30-Day Poetry Journal.


For those interested in more than poetry, click one of the many buttons below and they will take you to recipes, detoxes, and other interesting things on the blog.

Poetry in Teacups

Give me poetry in teacups Poor me milk from a cup of expectations Sweeten it with intent and desire I want poetry in a teacup Serve it to me lukewarm So that I may forget it’s there Give me poetry in a teacup Stir in bits of denial and doubt Heat it back up again…

In a field of flowers

I hope to see you in a field of flowers Becoming one with the wind Swaying with wild roses Remembering how beautiful you are I hope to see you in a field of flowers With a crown and a smile Or maybe tears on your cheeks Thinking about where you have been I hope to…

Bloom like flowers in spring

My dear, I see you waiting on the next shoe to drop For the next heartbreak to come your way I see you crying in a corner, miserable But there will come a time when sadness can only be counted as a moment in your pass You will grow to love once more And bloom…

The rage that comes with depression

Heya! Happy Friday. Here’s a weird little short story about rage, depression, and a possible dead body. Hope you enjoy it. He sits by the window and sinks his nails into the arm of the chair. I walk by and smile, placing a hand on his shoulder, feeling his vibration. “Today, the world is a…