bask

Pictured Poetry created by Tremaine L. Loadholt

bask

I remember a time when
he thought I had
fire for a spirit
and an ocean for
eyes, and then one day
“out of the blue,”
I was fire crying an ocean
of tears, instead.

I think I changed.
I think he changed.

we could no longer bask
in the presence of who
we were.
all we wanted to do
was run away from
each other.

and that ain’t love.
that will never, ever
be love.

The Battle With an Ever-Changing Body and How I’m Winning the War

Kathy Garland has been so kind to host my article at Navigating the Change. In it, I speak a bit more about my experience with perimenopause.

I hope you take the time to read this one and let it settle in your bones for just a spell.

Peace and blessings.

the shift

Pictured Poetry created by Tremaine L. Loadholt

the shift

He said
He would do it,
and He did.

the new place is
set for our August
move-in date; nerves
can take a backseat to
daily living.

I followed my gut,
and my gut was Him.

it was already done.
and so, it is.


Everything is set up; my name is on the unit for which I was on the waiting list, and it is ours.

On Thursday, August 24, 2023, me and The Little Monster will be moving to a community I’ve really been wanting to move to.

I’m so happy a unit is available after being on the waiting list for about a month.

I’m overjoyed. I have no more words.

An Overnight Trip To Charlotte, NC

TRU by Hilton hotel near the Charlotte Airport on Cascade Pointe Blvd.
The bar in the lobby, business space, TV, Jernee resting #1, Jernee resting #2, and a blow dryer bag.
My best friend’s dogs: Baby Bella Rue #1, Baby Bella Rue #2, & Stacey-Lou and Bella Rue. And of course, Jernee Timid, too.

Tina (A repost)

A Haibun

Tina Turner, image from Smooth Radio

I have decided to give you your flowers while you’re still here. A wonder–a mystic amongst Gods and the ungodly. You have always been captivating. I never wanted to sing. I never wanted to dance. But I have always wanted to write, and you paved the way for me to have this voice–my voice in a world of chaotic flows and shiftless thoughts. You have conquered a sea of endless pain and lived to testify.

Millions of people sing your songs at the top of their lungs–breaths poured into the air that land at your feet. We still stand in awe of you; so incredibly in love with you, we speak your name . . . Tina.

Legends can be born
To be what legends should be
You are so much more


And now, one of my favorite Tina Turner songs.

Tina Turner, What’s Love Got To Do With It?

I wrote this poem and shared it here on November 26, 2022, when this amazing Queen was still breathing. She still lives. She always will. Rest in Power.