Liquid Angst ~ Jacqueline Cioffa #StolenMoments #Poetry

Liquid Angst By Jacqueline Cioffa Jan. 2005 You are the one Constant My forever Miami man My moon, my sun, my tsunami Amongst devastating destruction you are the storm in my soul My liquid angst But at least I love you To know that I really love you Quietly with a certain steadfastness 20 years full and counting That’s really something …hold up, that ain’t right the year is 2015  the

White Boots and Freckle Faces #StolenMoments #TuesdayShares #Poetry

From time to time you’ll see Stolen Moments show up on the blog. Words forgotten and misplaced, poetry, anticipatory memories, prose, joy and sorrow, pensive emotion, random and not so random thoughts scribbled in tattered notebooks. To not forget but remember the precious, fleeting stolen moments in time. I’m a writer trying recapture on paper how it feels to be alive. White Boots and Freckled Faces Jacqueline Cioffa 1998 Where

Training Wheels and Little Blond Curls #StolenMoments

From time to time you’ll see Stolen Moments show up on the blog. Words forgotten and misplaced, poetry, anticipatory memories, prose, joy and sorrow, pensive emotion, random and not so random thoughts scribbled in tattered notebooks. To not forget but remember the precious, fleeting stolen moments in time. I’m a writer trying recapture on paper how it feels to be alive. Training Wheels and Little Blond Curls Jacqueline Cioffa 1998

Drowning by Mouse

Woke up to a flooded basement (only a little), and a head that feels like it’s in a vice-grip. I have taken half a Benadryl, Alka-Seltzer and Flonase with only marginal relief. Not matter what’s happening or how shitty I feel, my personal summer goal is to swim every single day. And, it only counts if I get my head wet. Duh, everybody knows that. Don’t they? Went to the gym and for a