Is it still January?

Two slogans that made me take a second look yesterday:

Teach your girls to be somebodies
instead of somebody's.


An obese man wearing a T shirt imprinted with
Fat people are harder to kidnap.

Right now there's freezing cold, whirling snow, whipping wind, accidents on the highways.

Winter’s Breath
by Linda O'Connell

Here you come again!
You snare me, draw me into your darkness;
beckon me to sugar up and snuggle down.
I’m sluggish day and night.

I look a fright.
You dehydrate my creativity, zap my inspiration,
prune my face, take me by my cracked dry hands and whisper,
“You’re a wannabe, a never gonnabe."

“Come to me and cuddle.”
You muddle my thoughts,
deepen my doubt,
annihilate my ideas, quash my spirit.

You glaciate my prose
penetrate my poems;
my ideas freeze solid as
elongated wordcicles.

Thaw’s coming;
spring’s an ellipsis away.
Words will start flowing again
and blossom all over the page.