Monday, June 14, 2021

Self-Evaluation Methods to Help You Be a Better Blogger - The Blog Herald

Self-Evaluation Methods to Help You Be a Better Blogger - The Blog Herald: Career self-awareness is not a normal attitude towards work and blogging. Self-evaluation methods are almost always taken for granted.

Friday, March 5, 2021

portmanteau - Google Search

a word blending the sounds and combining the meanings of two others, for example motel (from ‘motor’ and ‘hotel’) or brunch (from ‘breakfast’ and ‘lunch’). "podcast is a portmanteau, a made-up word coined from a combination of the words iPod and broadcast"

Tuesday, January 5, 2021

Cues for 100 word stories.

Instead of words as CUES, how about characters? 1. Beautiful, straight, white woman. 2. Black female activist. 3. One studly guy/womanizer 4. One effemintate, gay that wears bowties. 5. One handsome, capable, shy, white guy. 6. One, old, retired professor.

Thursday, December 24, 2020

Quotation Marks. I always forget these rules:

Commas and periods always go inside the quotation marks in American English; dashes, colons,
and semicolons almost always go outside the quotation marks; question marks and exclamation
marks sometimes go inside, sometimes stay outside.

Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Two, older poems.

A Visit to the UPS Counter

A small machine
in a deep fold
of my brain
lifts each corner of my mouth in turn
and I smile at the pretty woman
behind  the counter.

A whisper
automated
sends a spark to my chest,
and I let go
all the charm
I can muster
as the worm in my groin
stirs, recoils,
from the electricity
of this unfamiliar arena.

A feeling, not unlike
hunger
fear
paints the inside of
my stomach.

Her teeth are
straight and white.
Her eyes reflect
something  from the inside
I’d never seen.

I am validated.

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Family Gathering

I was picked up
by one leg
dropped hard
onto the middle
of the living room.

I sat there for a long time
looking at the flocked wallpaper.
A lady in a bright, red dress
joined me,
sitting quietly,
expressionless,
staring straight at me
her legs opened in a wide
“V”
her back straight and stiff.

Two little kids and a dog
joined us.
A boy, about ten
a girl, five.
The dog was
solid black.
His mouth was open
as if to bark, but
I couldn’t hear anything,
only the adenoidal breathing
of the little girl
playing
with her doll house
and
creating her own
little family gathering
in the living room of a
tiny cardboard house.