Phynnecabulary

I have yet to see many haunted house commercials, but I DID hear Christmas carols today. So weird.

Reading my original poem “New Shoes.:

Mercury pops the thermometer, then pasta happened•Rejoin the poetry submissions game

I think you did start saying goodbye a long time ago, slowly, gently, as to not alarm us.

Preview to interview with Brienne K. Tanner

•My Josie-phinny is not feeling well, and I’m on pins and needles, strapped to a rack of doubt, worry and exhaustion, tightening the screws and stretching my dulled mind, flaying my own regrets.

The music is the story

* I Still Believe (Mariah sings 2 decades of my life) * My All (see, you scantily clad diva—lessons are hidden in there) *

•recent tidbits heard in the air, processing•

Re-recording my original poem “Buna,” with softer background music to impart the more nuanced, romantic and laidback vibe.

Sensory experiences and memory • “Buna,” an original poem by PhynneBelle aka Tricia De Jesus

OWWN story month, it was fun. Why don’t you come up and see me sometime? Wink, wink.

Maybe a fairy story. Maybe a myth. Maybe just a peek into an ordinary life. Aren’t we all just a little bit (or a whole lot?) of Wonder Woman, even without the bulletproof bracelets?

Saw Carolyn and remembered, class, elegance, refinement and discretion. The Jacquelines, the Graces, the Dianas lost forever.

•in between the stories, a little think space•

A game of chase.

Unicorns. Little girls. Witches be like... A fashionable rooster. Yummy houses. A trip to Aunty’s house. No wolves today, sorry.

Reading of first nonsense story I made to start the ball rolling. Hope you like!

On My Own, Les Miserable * Tend the Stew, Burn the Rice * I Dreamed a Dream, Les Miserable

“Mi Ultimo Adios,” Dr. Jose Rizal • Maligayang Araw ng Kalayaan!