Ode to an Alarm Clock

This, like many of my poems, was inspired by real-life events, for better or for worse. Enjoy this lighthearted poem, and see if you can relate. 😀 At seven o’clock this weary morning, My alarm clock started beeping. And my bleary eyes were taken from The respite they were keeping. I heard the noise, but…

Soft Peanut Butter Cookies Recipe

Personally, I prefer soft cookies that fall when you bite them, as opposed to the crunchy kind that break off. Hence, these cookies may be too pillowy for some, because I'll admit they tend to disintegrate if you throw them around. That said, they're delicious, and probably better for you than a lot of other…

Watching Old Movies

I really enjoy watching old black and white movies. They're clean, they're generally more thoughtful or reflective, men always wore hats and spoke in quick, deep tones, and everything felt a little more realistic and relatable. But sometimes there's a little catch: of course directors wants good-looking actors and actresses, so naturally the movie features…

Skhizien – a Poem

My brother wanted me to write something "dark, brooding, and a little creepy," so I dashed fof this poem for him. I think he wanted to see if I could write anything legitimately unhappy. After reading this, he told me, "Um, this is a little bit darker than I meant." I disagree. This isn't that…

Love Poem to Sprinkles

I know I'm not the only one out there who totally adores rainbow sprinkles. I mean, they're literally edible color-glamour that you can put on anything to make it at least twice as good. I mean, look at this glory: Don't you want to pop one in your mouth? It's not that sprinkles taste like anything (actually,…

Short Thoughts about Today

Remember yesterday, when you said you would "do something tomorrow?" Or other tasks or self-renovation acts that you've been putting off for a while? Today is yesterday's tomorrow, so I'll make no excuses for procrastinating in any way. Then there are those days that you regret. Have you ever woken up Sunday and gritted your…

Forgetting a Dream

This poem was inspired by how often I've been frustrated by forgetting great dreams I've had in the night. Enjoy! I sleep, a dream floats o’er my head, Bedazzled with a dozen shifting hues, A hundred scenes and points of view, Swirling just above my bed. Opaque and colourful, shining bright, The dream is oh-so-gently…

Cuppa-Cuppa-Cuppa Cobbler

I got this recipe from my Granma. Don't you love the name? It sounds like a creature from a Nintendo Mario game, or something. This recipe is super-easy, and super-packed with buttery and sugary goodness, but if you want some variations, I listed those, too, below. Pretty easy, and quick, and tasty. Good for kids…

Tacitus – A Poem

Tacitus was a senator and historian of the Roman Empire who lived from 58-117 AD. He was quite an intelligent man, and has a number of good quotes floating around. This poem was inspired by the first quote I heard from him. Here it is: They make a desert and call it peace, But I…

Loving the Unseen

I think we often judge people based on their appearance, whether we really choose to or not. Sure, we determine our friends by their personalities, senses of humour, or compatibility with our own life mission; yet those we see more often (and who are more pleasant to look at), we tend to care about more*. (Thus,…