Category: Life Changes

raw-dogging America because they can & giver

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Two poems shared on Substack notes

raw-dogging America because they can

the current
administration will
gainsay any and
every question asked
of them and their
position on a certain
batch of files.

if you’ve gotta do
that much lying
and pussyfooting
around the topic,
how safe are your
words?

how safe are you?

giver

when you’re a giver,
it doesn’t hit you
how much people
take away from you
until you feel like
emotionally… you
have nothing left
to give.

and then, you have
to remember to
burnish your soul
in order to restore
YOU.

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sneaking back into the outside world & roc of clouds

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Two poems written on Substack notes

Leggy Limbs. Photo Credit: ©2025 Tremaine L. Loadholt

sneaking back into the outside world

it’s been a long time
since I’ve been
around someone
who harrumphed
before sounding off
with their argument.

I miss that on this
cool and dreary
morning for some
reason. I know
rain is coming, the
sky tells me so.

but that didn’t stop
me from getting my
steps in.
there’s something to
be said about
connecting with the
outside world

instead of building
one in my head
again.

roc of clouds

like some sort of
roc, she towered
over the clouds

in my mind–taking
charge of
peaceful moments.

I’d grown attached
to her enigmatic
persona, but soon
realized it was
vampiric.

walking away had
not proven sufficient,
now… I run… and I
run fast.

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Something To Think About #16

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Living in “softness” is something many of us cannot afford, but should be able to experience, too.

“Taking the Soft Life for Myself,” that’s what I would name this photo if it were up to me. Courtesy of Pinterest.

Thank you for being here for the Something To Think About feature. These past sixteen weeks have been fun, informative, exciting, and hopeful. I appreciate your presence here at A Cornered Gurl, and I am grateful for each of you.

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a permanent safe space for the codependent

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the dog follows me
everywhere I turn.
there’s one entrance,
one exit. she thinks
her safe space is
on the brink of
busting through the
walls to leave her
behind.

I have nowhere to go
that will not include
her unless it’s her
spirit I plan to carry
when she’s long
gone.

perhaps that is
tomorrow, maybe
four months from
now, or it could be
a year later, but her
safe space is still
safely planted until
SHE is not.

I am kind of sticking to these daily blurbs of poetic thoughts via Substack notes. More than likely, I’ll keep sharing them here.

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.

Monday As the Bad Guy on a Good Day

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Another Monday waltzes in uninvited,
and I greet it with an unapproving eye.
I have to be nice to it, though. It holds the fate
of my workweek in its hands.

Sighs yet another necessary evil
I have to shuffle through
in order to stay sane.

No one tells you how hot the
dumpster fire is until you’re
knee-deep in it, and the caps
have lost their cartilage.

The crush’s daughter has a
new puppy; a pitbull. She
sent me a photo of him
lying on the carpeted floor –
in deep sleep.

Instantly, I’m in love. It
shifted my Monday to a
new space – one I could
appreciate better. Ace is his
name. I joke about being a
great aunt.

It was the first day of my
co-worker’s absence, and I
hadn’t worked through her
not being there, but I would
now.

I realized the loneliness
later as hours ticked by and I
had to fill in the holes of
spaces that my supervisor sunk
herself in.

I am filler, and I am
placed everywhere.
And everywhere is coming
for me.

I wanted to play around with this piece that started off as a rant of sorts for my Substack notes. After putting a bit more of ME into it, the above-written work is the result.

the dog and the sandman

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the dog is dead
to the world.
this kind of sleep
is what I used to have
before the change,
before the crush.

there’s too much worry
in my bones – too much
brokenness. I am
whole-body ache in
need of a salve that’s evergreen.
who will deliver?

Wednesday is just
another day that my
body confuses with
Thursday, and the mind
battles with it – warring
with an enemy who
has an army of an
undisclosed amount.

I am stuck in the middle.
the dog is still dead
to the world.
she didn’t raise her head
or bat an eye.
the sandman who visits
her is clearly not the
one who will beat down
my door tonight.