I bit into the cookie butter goodness and relished Biscoff, transported to my first flight amongst the “friendly skies.”
My body nearly convulsed from the sugary deliciousness, but I remained calm.
How can something so small pack such an intense taste and lure me into wanting more?
It’s Saturday, Self-Care Day, and I cared for myself by stealing a sweet treat while my senior dog snored in the background; heavenly bliss.
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I never wanted to be pigeonholed into a category ill-fitting for what and how I write.
I don’t know where I should be or why, but I do know I can write whatever I am assigned. I always have been able to create and build characters out of thin air.
Poetry is my salve. Fiction is sustenance. Nonfiction is time delegating a few memories to those willing to consume.
I am a bustling soul linked to ancestors who told stories about lifestyles and enslavement.
I am my great-grandmother’s twin; I have her eyes, her lips, her walk, and her mannerisms;
I’m the walking dead.
sidereal
she is out of this world–a sidereal creature crafted by the best God I’ve ever known.
a crush I’ve crushed on, and probably will until time leaves me breathless. we hang on every word that pours from our lips.
I’ve become complacent in the knowing of her presence–she’s steadfast in being here, and the moment I shift my presence, she glues herself to everything I’m connected to.
I would typically leave, a ghost with nothing to lose, but she has galaxies for eyes, and I am forever cursed by her.
I’m stone, unable to be chiseled, unable to break. and secretly, she loves it.
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A loner, but just down the block would be an entire family. However, they all ran off as soon as I got close enough for the perfect shot of them. I am sure this one was standing at attention, keeping its eyes on me as I got closer to them. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Deer Season
Dear Deer Season, we normally don’t meet on these terms, but I’ve seen many does and not that many bucks, and I am wondering, will there be any mating this year?
I know you’d much rather keep it all a secret and surprise me on my walks with new additions, struggling to keep up with the bevy, but I need to know which corners to avoid because Daddy Deer isn’t as friendly.
I haven’t planned on using running mode with these knees, but if I need to kick up my gears, I’ll gladly do so if a male is spotted and is in search of heat that I can’t produce.
“Death by Deer” isn’t a phrase I envisioned on my tombstone.
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a stranger cupped my hand in hers at the curb of the crosswalk, and looked at me pleadingly.
I am funny about touch if I don’t know you, and sometimes even when I do, but I knew something was wrong when I saw her eyes dancing like they were running away from terror.
I tilted my head and leaned into her personal space and smelled fear. caution warned me not to turn around, so I didn’t, but I could hear him breathing.
a cop–woman, stood by her cruiser a block away, and sitting shotgun was her partner. I looked at her, raising my tethered hand, and then looked at the silent woman, and the cop knew.
the man started running as soon as their eyes locked. the silent woman sat in the backseat, and closed the cruiser’s door.
I walked two blocks home, dangling my hand at my side, twiddling my fingers, feeling the lonesome lack of the woman’s grip.
I prayed for her safety as my pulse quickened.
This was my dream from last night. I hope it isn’t a premonition or a vision into what will happen.
Jernee Timid: This was taken on a “good” day, August 15, 2025. Her right eye is in and out of healing. Something’s causing it to fill with blood, and then it’ll dissolve and won’t appear again for days. $920.72 spent on August 03, 2025, has NOT resolved the issue.
Jernee’s living her best life during her last days–Princess Puppy striking a pose–braving a lucid moment… she’s my heart’s beats outside of me.
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The Setup for reading and relaxing. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
I have been reading books for an extremely long time; I started when I was at least three or four years old. Dr. Seuss’ books lined my childhood bookshelf.
But I have only been reviewing books that I have read for maybe twenty years?
I have learned that constructive criticism and your honest opinion aren’t always welcome by certain writers/creatives. With a few that I have encountered, ego gets in the way, and they feel as though everything they put into the ether will shit gold and piss silver.
But it will not. If an unedited book has a great core, a grounded foundation, a plot that readers can follow, and versatility, that book can be salvaged, edited, and reintroduced to the world to get the flowers it deserves.
I appreciated the fact that the author is versatile. In this book, you will find a play, fiction, spoken word/poetry, and simple dialogue between a mother and daughter.
The development of each piece is sound and vividly expressed with poignant details, however, grammar, syntax, punctuation, etc., takes away from the full enjoyment of the book.
The author’s voice cannot be denied or buried. It comes out swinging and demands a listening ear and attentive eyes. I thoroughly enjoyed the first half of the book and sunk deeply into the plots and storylines.
With an overhaul and some solid editing, this could be a remarkable project. The strength is there, and one does benefit from reading it in its form, but I believe this is a rough draft that could shine with two or more digs into its bones.
The core is alive–bringing it to the surface in a more pristine form can happen, and I hope it does. The talent is unshackled, it simply needs to be formed, ironed out, and polished.
I hope to see a revised, edited version. I would purchase it as well.”
I reached out to J. R. to share the review with her first, and to let her know that I will be ready for the book’s golden return to the reading world.
She was receptive to the review and admitted she appreciated my honesty and that she knows the potential this book manifested in her head and heart, but it does need more care and attention.
I asked her if I could share it here just as I do with my other reviews, and she said that I could. Trust me, if I were not granted permission, you would not be reading this. This is a community of writers and readers. We deserve to grow amongst one another.
As a writer, I want openness and honesty about my work. As an author, I want reviews that are going to help me grow and keep me aware of my potential to get better, not just “Yes People” gassing my head up for the sake of ratings and approvals.
I am hopeful TheConversation returns when it is time, wearing a new dress, sassy heels, and a mink coat that would make its counterparts jealous.
Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-BookandPaperback) 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 aboutthe most recent events with my place of employment, as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.
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