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.

I close my eyes and forget to breathe

I closed my eyes and forgot to breathe Like small snowflakes on a winter’s eve That linger in the wind Caressing the cold air I raise my head to face the night’s sky I am alone here Abandoned by reason and time I unfold myself into little pockets of reality I am free here The…

Things are breaking

Things are breaking Things are changing I am becoming undone By the lies behind your smile My heart is empty My mind is numb Breaking to the sight of empty words By the lies behind your smile If I could tell you How my breath hitches in my lungs How it gets caught in my…

Greenhouse of Sentiment

She looks in among the rubble and crumbling rooftops Scanning far and wide Laying her soul down in soil  Open to the possibility of another Her roots have began to wither away No water to help her grow  She is restless Seeking a new place to call home This greenhouse of sentiment Has become her…

In a quiet kitchen away from home

In a quiet kitchen, I recall my home There are no loud voices here No laughter in the house Just quiet pots bubbling and hissing away If I were to recall the way the island smelled I’m sure the fruit trees would be first There are no fruit trees here No one of my kind…