Category: Weekends

Gianna, the Winter Storm Who’s Leaving Her Mark

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“Oh Lord… Purify me.”

Gianna, Winter Storm #1.
Gianna, Winter Storm #2.
Gianna, Winter Storm #3.
Gianna, Winter Storm #4.
Gianna, Winter Storm #5.
Gianna, Winter Storm #6.
Gianna, Winter Storm #7.
Gianna, Winter Storm #8.
Gianna, Winter Storm #9.
Gianna, Winter Storm #10.

I hadn’t played in the snow in about four or maybe five years. When Jernee was alive, she loved the snow. She would stick her tongue out and call flakes to her mouth. It made her happy to be in it.

Yesterday, I mourned her some more, but it was the cleansing and renewal that I needed.

We ended up getting 11 inches of snow here in Winston-Salem, North Carolina with Gianna. Our last snowfall that accumulated over 10 inches was December 09, 2018, Diego. He dumped 14 inches of snow in my area alone.

*All photos were taken by Tremaine L. Loadholt, on Saturday, January 31, 2026.

Scattered Words: Poems for Jernee Timid Loadholt is available now! Have you gotten your copy? Hardcover|eBook

Mythomania & What Was I Thinking?

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Two poems shared via Substack notes

Mythomania

Back when I didn’t
overthink things, I
loved a woman who
lied so much,
mythomania could
have been her
middle name.

We were never going
to make it.
I made up stories
for entertainment;
she made up stories
to cover her ass.

Eventually, one of us
was going to break,
and one of us did.

Baby Tre in a fighter pose. I have no clue who took this photo, perhaps one of the hospital nurses or a family member? April 17, 1980.

What Was I Thinking?

I must’ve known the
world would be a
battlefield.

At a few hours old,
I’d already prepared
myself to fight;
hands squared into
position of
protection.

What was I thinking
as I dreamed
alongside a mother
who pushed me into
being?

Could I have been
dreaming of ways to
right wrongs without
a working definition
of them?

Did I know about all
of the nastiness
dripping from the
hearts of men, and
how that coldness
would shift God’s
creations—morph
them into living
devils?

Many ages passed
me by, and now, I
find myself standing
atiptoe, waiting for
change that doesn’t
look like it’s going
to come.

Scattered Words: Poems for Jernee Timid Loadholt is available now! Have you gotten your copy? Hardcover|eBook

Life in Photos #9

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Daily photographic musings

Canada Geese enjoying a sunny day before a M A J O R cold snap! Thursday, January 15, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
A fake orchid. Taken in the hallway of my apartment building. Sunday, January 18, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
A hearty meal for an empty belly. Seasoned pork steak, sweet corn, and roasted Rustic potatoes w/ Roma tomatoes. Sunday, January 18, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Sunday: a day to wash the locs, and then towel-dry them. Sunday, January 18, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt, enhanced with Google Gemini
Chunky chocolate chip cookies, because YES!!! I shared them with my two neighbors, Nikayla & Herbbie. Thursday, January 22, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
My tortoise is cuter than yours. Zumi Tye loves to eat, as I am sure you all know by now. LOL! Saturday, January 24, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Winston (AKA Winnie) is Jernee Timid’s friend. I speak about him in “smelling death,” which is a poem I have included in Scattered Words. He is such a sweet boy, and he loves to give me full-body hugs. I know he misses Jernee; he looks around me as if he’s searching for her tiny body to greet him. It warms my heart and breaks it at the same time. Sunday, January 25, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
I’m a little bit Coraline. Sunday, January 25, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Snow, Snow, and Ice, Ice Baby #1. Sunday, January 25, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Snow, Snow, and Ice, Ice Baby #2. Sunday, January 25, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Snow, Snow, and Ice, Ice Baby #3. Sunday, January 25, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Snow, Snow, and Ice, Ice Baby #4. Sunday, January 25, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

Scattered Words: Poems for Jernee Timid Loadholt is available now! Have you gotten your copy? Hardcover|eBook

Beauty Is All Around Us

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Are you keeping your eyes open?

A photo montage of nature, and the beauty that is outside waiting for me to explore daily. Creator: Tremaine L. Loadholt

Sunday is the only day with a silent melody. —Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Scattered Words: Poems for Jernee Timid Loadholt is available now! Have you gotten your copy? Hardcover|eBook

Life in Photos #8

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Daily photographic musings

Getting ready for Caison’s basketball game. Saturday, January 10, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Caison Michael… my favorite boy. I said, “Come here, baby… lemme take a picture of you.” He came to me, squared up, smiled, and I snapped it. And then, I got all my kisses afterward. LOL! Saturday, January 10, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
One of us… because why not! I cannot believe how much Caison has grown! It simply blows my mind. *Cries uncontrollably* Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
His head was in the game. Saturday, January 10, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
See what I mean? The hustle was unmatched! Saturday, January 10, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Scrambled. Artwork in the hallway of my apartment building. Saturday, January 10, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
She no longer dances for a living; frozen in time. An artpiece in the hallway of my apartment building. Saturday, January 10, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Big Daddy? Sunday, January 11, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
God’s green Earth. Sunday, January 11, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
“A bridge over troubled water.” Sunday, January 11, 2026. Photo Credit Tremaine L. Loadholt

The camera is an instrument that teaches people
how to see without a camera. —Dorothea Lange

Scattered Words: Poems for Jernee Timid Loadholt is available now! Have you gotten your copy? Hardcover|eBook

the best choice for me

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a senryu

AI-Generated Image: 3 furry puppies ranging in color markings of white, brown, black, & tan. Two are standing, and one is lying down. All three have Teddy Bear-shaped facial cuts with perfectly groomed furry bodies. The background is subtle with beige and tan as the colors that are peeking through.

researching love locks
rescue baby or breeder
who will be my match

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