One in the Morning. One hundred dollars to be loved for one hour by a woman named Beloved. The volume on the rental car radio is turned all the way down to one as you and her wrinkle the leather in the backseat with your naked, dry flesh. One time when… Continue reading One in the Morning (A Ghazal)
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Happy 2nd Blogiversary!
Happy blogiversary to Amie the Author! Two years ago this blogging journey began, and it's been a very rewarding, special,and unique one. Thank you to all of you for reading and supporting my blog! Cheers to two years! And cheers to the next year! Can't wait to see what's in store for this year. But… Continue reading Happy 2nd Blogiversary!
Adventures of a Bookworm: Monday Gains!
I thought I had to take a break from book thrifting and used book sales for the summer since I left San Francisco. But, today accompanying my sister on a trip to the Salvation Army and Goodwill for a retro bomber jacket for a 90s party this weekend, I stumbled upon an amazing book deal.… Continue reading Adventures of a Bookworm: Monday Gains!
Black-handed
He stared at me, hidden and protected by all the dropped heads looking at their phones in the crowd. He looked like an officer, but most white men do to me. He had a gun snuggling against his hip though. But he didn’t have a uniform on, just a faded shirt that said FBI: Female… Continue reading Black-handed
Me vs Me.
I check the posts in the memories section on Facebook every single day, usually right around midnight when they change, just to see how I used to talk, what I used to talk about, and how I have grown over the years. I often find myself annoyed with my old posts from like 2011 and… Continue reading Me vs Me.
How I Count My Years
John Lennon said, count your age by friends, not years; count your life by smiles, not tears. I agree not to put a numeric value on age, but instead of smiles and tears, I count my years a little differently. Here’s how: By my crush on Justin Bieber–it has become weak over the years, although… Continue reading How I Count My Years
Grandma Faye.
She was carried down to the earth on the sun on a summer day in May. And she was carried up to heaven on the moon on a cold, dark, night. She appeared in my dream one night, adorned in a purple dress, eating an orange Creamsicle. She birthed thirteen children, six boys and seven… Continue reading Grandma Faye.
Summer, Summer, Summer Time!
Drake was looking for revenge all summer '16, but I was looking for adventure, new experiences, fun, family time, and relaxation... Summer 2016 has been filled with so much essence, but it feels like it has gone by so rapidly. I had a great summer home in Arizona with my family. So, in response to… Continue reading Summer, Summer, Summer Time!
12 Things I Enjoyed My First Year of My Blog.
Happy one-year blogiversary to me! Thanks for reading! Can't believe my one-year blogiversary is today. It has been a great year. I'm glad last summer I finally decided to take a chance and put myself and my writing out there. It's been a wonderful journey so far, and here's twelve (for twelve months in a… Continue reading 12 Things I Enjoyed My First Year of My Blog.
Summers in Arizona
Going through a twenty-pound bag of ice in three days. Cooking eggs and steak in a pan in the street, or baking cookies in the car dashboard. Packing into public pools and splash pads like a can of sardines. Dropping the air conditioner down to 74 degrees. Driving down to California… Continue reading Summers in Arizona
