Like a bat out of hell! Teenage years, Our angst … Our emotional blow-up! Do we run? Should we stay, Or should we go? Questions! We sought to arrive, so fast, at last! We would wake up, to go go! Like a bat out of…

It’s the pinnacle, the ultimate moment The jukebox is playing all the hits We’ve left our troubles on the red planet Our pain and suffering is all but gone You and I have been numb for too long They could build a solid concrete wall…

  I Confident, Hopeful Caring, Working, Trying I, Strong…Me, Transmuted Crying, Fading, Breaking Mercurial, Curious Me   All rights reserved copyright (c) 2019 Natasha Vanover

remembering the not-so-old days 1. They fought a lot. We knew that. We always thought fighting & staying together was better than ]\\\\ Separating. So many of our friends endured steps. It didn’t seem worth it. Now I’m not so sure. To be honest I…

Walk this Way Before you could even walk on your own We made you dance No wonder music is your first love

I promise nothing That you won’t kneel And that you won’t beg That there will not be pain But at the end of the day There’s you and me, side by side. We can watch the world burn, Or we can be strong together. Share…

A strategy for daily living by Ari Kiev MD:  “Several years ago a young businessman visited my office with a very unusual request.” He offered me no money. He was all alone.  He had a strange look of indifference in his eyes and that’s what…

Every day, it seems The news, and many memes Feature stories of what men are Doing wrong. Famous men of means, The few, act as if they’re queens Or kings as the case May be. Their penis is their sword And, without a word They…

Childhood, In Three Pieces   ONE I climbed out of bed and fumbled through the hallway to the bathroom, rubbing my sleepy eyes with my tiny fists, even though Momma had told me not to. I lifted the lid and lowered my Strawberry Shortcake Underoos…

Sitting alone in a bar Miles away from anywhere I feel nails on the back of my neck And the murmurs of a sultry voice Whispering in my ear I turn, but there is no one there I look at the clock, half past midnight…