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I've Had Enough
The alarm rings, it’s 6:30. I hot snooze. I’m tired and not ready. It goes off again almost ten minutes later. Not exactly ten minutes. It’s more like nine minutes. Who does that? Who makes or wants a nine minute snooze? Does that one minute make a difference in the cost of production, or is it some like of psychology? Id anyone knows, please inform me.
By Alexandra Grant2 months ago in Humans
The Clean Up
The holidays are done and reality has returned, along with those pounds you lost during the entire year and now have to lose all over again. Don’t cringe. We all do it. It’s the holidays, when all the things you have gone without all year, come seeping out of every corner of everyone’s kitchens.
By Alexandra Grant2 months ago in Humans
January 2
January 2 Captain’s Log Star date: January 2, 2026 Another Christmas and New Year have gone by and I just watched my heart drive away, taking another tiny piece of me with him. This happens every time my son visits and then head home. He’s may only son, so, the ache feels painfully deep.
By Alexandra Grant2 months ago in Humans
Don't Tell Me I Can't
Don’t Tell Me I Can’t God, I can’t stand the thought of living at home with my dad anymore. He’s such a narcissist and over bearing and I am twenty three years old. I don’t know why I hate his personality really, since Ive known him my whole life as my dad. What was my normal as a child is not okay with me now and I’m not sure it ever will be. Not that it ever was.
By Alexandra Grant3 months ago in Confessions
What's Happened To Poetry?
What’s Happened To Poetry I remember poetry in junior high and high school. As an honors English student, We were always tasked with the ass numbing thrill of reading poetry and then forced to write it as well, in its various forms. Sonnets, Haiku, Iambic Pentameter, and on and on. I hated it. I dreaded it. I was not bad at it per se, but I did not enjoy it one bit. Along with reading Shakespeare, which I still can’t stand, I had a long and distinguished list of poetry I loathed reading. Shakespeare was just, for me, difficult to follow, droll, dissertations on old historical issues hammered over and over again, in old English, which is not spoken in the last hundred years, if not longer.
By Alexandra Grant3 months ago in Poets
