Poetry

Into the darkness, I fall.
Hurtling through dreamscapes
that crash into one another…with sound and fury.

They tell the story of what was, what is
and what will be.

Ever deeper I fall.
Lurching through an obstacle course rife with ghosts
that stay with me…and stay, and stay.

They reach out, grasping and clawing
but I am nimble…and surefooted as I flee.

Deeper still, I fall.
Floating now, “in a most peculiar way”
until I wake…to the same gray as yesterday.

But I’m not ready for the light, as it’s the night
that calls to me.

© Sherry McGuinn, 2020. All Rights Reserved. …

Even more frightening: They can breed

Okay. Upfront, please know that I’m not advocating violence against women or any kind of violence. But, when I see these Trump-bolstering harridans on the news shrieking their insane, conspiracy theories bullshit, I’d love to give them, one-by-one, a good smack across the kisser, followed by a boot in the ass, culminated by a two-by-four across their empty head.

Maybe that sounds, I don’t know, incendiary, but I don’t give a damn. These are bad, dangerous people who will stop at nothing, as we’re finding out, to keep their Fuhrer in office. …

Fun with canned soup, Part 2.

As promised, here’s another stupid-simple-yet-so-good recipe that I think you’ll love, again with canned tomato soup as it’s base. Suddenly, I’m obsessed with the stuff.

A riff on the last recipe, this is Tomato Coconut Curry Soup. So easy you can whip it up after a bottle or two of pandemically-prescribed vino.

2 cans tomato soup
1 can coconut milk
1 can fire-roasted crushed tomatoes
1/4 thinly sliced onions and carrots, or whatever
1/2–1 tsp. curry powder
salt and pepper to taste

Dump all of the canned stuff into a pot. Add veggies and cook on medium until tender then add the spices. Stir for a few minutes to let the flavors meld and enjoy! …

Fun with canned soup, Part !.

Who knew tomato soup could be so…sexy?

During a pandemic, when each day brings a new level of boredom, sometimes you just have to find “joy” in other ways, like in a soup can.

I happen to love good old tomato soup. Campbell’s is still the gold standard, imho, even though there are healthier options available.

Since I love Thai flavors, I sussed out ways to zhuzh out that warm bowl of orange goodness and give it some flair. Here’s one I’d like to share, out of several, but we’ll start super-easy.

Instead of water, use coconut milk. Add a teaspoon or two of curry paste, either red or green. Mix well and taste. If you crave a sweeter option, add a bit of brown sugar. …

Wouldn’t the ultimate FU to POTUS from Pence be if the apparently cojones-less Vice President invoked the 25th Amendment? You know. The one we should be using for just such a Trumped-Up situation.

We have it, but we don’t use it. Why? Could there be a more appropriate time or situation?

Being someone who admittedly, has a short fuse, I don’t get the lag time. Lock this bastard up before he goes off the rails in ways we can only imagine in our worst nightmares.

As it stands, and considering how truly dangerous and deranged Donald Trump is, even in the short time he has left in office, he is capable of increased carnage. He will do anything to anyone to hold onto whatever power he has left in his sweaty grasp. …

As a film buff, I can honestly say that I don’t recall a movie in recent years that evoked the same sick fascination that watching an ignorant bunch of crackers storm the Capitol building, did.

What a display of moronic “insubordination” by the brainless segment of our society who bow at the feet of the Head Moron in the White House. A festering mob of drooling, pissing, tobacco-chawing hillbillies who probably don’t know the United States Constitution from the list of ingredients on the back of a bottle of Mountain Dew.

And if the above sounds like a stereotype, tough. You want to “walk the walk?” …

A stationary bike can do more than burn calories. Orgasm, anyone?

Isn’t it cool when you find multiple uses for common items around the home? Take a stationary bike, for example. People use it, and rightly so, as an aid to attaining fitness.

So imagine my surprise and delight when I discovered that my old bike could be used for other “things,” as in turning me on.

One day, I was peddling away in front of the TV and felt a significant stirring in my nether region. …

LIVING IN A PANDEMIC

Before the pandemic, and the year from hell that might just morph into another year from hell, I thought I had a certain glow about me, you know? Smooth skin, relatively wrinkle-free. A decent ass. No batwings, or turkey wattle.

All in all, not too shabby. Especially for a woman in her 60s. I don’t like the fact that I feel the need to add that disclaimer but the reality is, I’m not a doe-eyed nymph. Although sometimes, I feel like one! (Especially when I dance around in my underwear. Does that count?)

Pre-Covid, I stuck to a healthy eating plan, worked out at the gym regularly, and in general, felt damned good about myself. It wasn’t easy, but well worth the time and effort. After being diagnosed with breast cancer five years ago, I was determined to stay as fit as possible, without getting too obsessive about it. …