A poem is writing me she takes my hand, holds pen, guides softly my brain thinks, and she chuckles, places her hand over mine, gently let go, she whispers I’ve got this one
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The muse in gentle, quiet action
Category: Treasure Island
A look at the epileptic brain of Feisty Quill. A video of Elaine dancing on Seinfeld. What’s not to like?
Feisty’s first dedicated blog entry, and first drunk writing experiment.
Feisty will believe in God…when there are finally gluten-free chocolate rectangles.
Feisty Quill explores hairstyles, aging, and mortality. Bangs.
I’m old, my printer light is on all the time, and I lived through the invention of the internet. Oh, and I still have a landline.
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ThInK iNSiDe ThE bOx
Why it’s a good idea to think INSIDE the box sometimes. Even for extroverts, a little time in a cozy, quiet space can be exactly what’s needed.
June 20, 2022 Today I am fury. I don’t feel fury. I am not furious. I fucking am fury! Today my Mom is still dead, Day 32, and I hate God. That is to say, I would hate God, if I believed in him—or her—or them, which actually makes the most sense if you […]
Feisty looks at the origin of the Friday 13th superstition, shows a mean video, and goes on socially aware, yet simultaneously sexist rant.
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Papaya Yahtzee and Other Poems
Feisty Quill writes some poetry. A box is a poor substitute for a dog.