If you close your eyesYou can see it closelyOr maybe not at all But let me tell you a storyAbout the light in the distanceI saw it once near the Mississippi River Going downstream like a man on a missionIt burned bright, then bobbed and weavedA shout followed, and then anotherSoon the whole forest was…
Author: Joy Nibbs
I love food, psychology, neuroscience, writing, and community. I have two poetry collections; "Ramblings" and "Lilacs at Dawn". Tea Drinker | Spice Maker | Writer of Poems and Psychology Things
Playing Pool with Strangers
Fourteen striped to the corner pocket. I think this to myself and wonder if it’s possible. I have only played two games of pool in my life. The only thing I accomplished was learning how to hold the stick right. See, I’m not an expert. I don’t even know if it’s supposed to be called…
Me and My Indigo Heart
My mother says my heart was built differently from the restThey had to sew it back together in my chestAnd when the doctors listen to it on my bad daysIt means it’s beating just the right way My heart was dyed indigo at birthMade from the regrets of my parentsThey did not want me in…
Rosemary and Ginger Tea
Most of the people who used to come to my house (when I had one) would have been offered tea. Here’s one of my favorites to offer and make. Technically this tea is called a herbal infusion rather than tea, but it is still enjoyed in the same way. I wish to say you’ll need…
Chronic Pain and The Rain
They told me that the weather might affect me later in life, but I did not believe them, and I thought it was an old wives’ tale. Now I am in so much pain because a rain system has hunkered down in the state where I live. One storm after the other comes across the…
On Saturdays, I lose pieces of me
On Saturdays, my best friend goes to church. And once more, I am reminded of how it feels to be alone. I spend my moments reading or searching for some type of connection again. I have found out something about myself in the last few years, just how much I crave connection with others. Walking…
How Warriors Prep For Nanowrimo
And yet it is a battle all writers must face eventually. It’s that time of year again when writers huddle together and decide to write an entire novel in a month. They put on their war paint, grab their laptops, and charge forward to conquer those 50,000 words without crying. But if you are a…
I have decided to start back my blog
When I started in 2019, I felt as if I have found a gold mine. Now found four years have passed, and my life is a lot different than it was before. If someone had told me in the last three years I would have gotten divorced, lost my home, moved across the country twice,…
Poetry in Teacups
Give me poetry in teacups Pour 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…
Spice and Nice 