Hear ye, hear ye, gather ‘round, For a tale of thieves to astound!
Original poetry
With Whispers Dark, Its Silence Broken
A poem
A poem
A haiku
I'm going to nowhere, See that's where I'm from. It's a mile past never, and a left turn at none.
A poem about going home.
A Haiku
Jumbled messages trying to sort Through the neurotic melodies That are coursing ...
A poem about us
A Senryu
This is an article that I had written back in 2019 — Before tRump had ever become President. It’s an article that still, to this day, stands true.
The Youth of Today
A saxophone and tambourine band would be an interesting combination of instruments. The saxophone is a versatile instrument that can play a wide range of musical styles, from classical to jazz to rock, while the tambourine is a percussion instrument that provides a rhythmic accompaniment to the
Luckiest Little Leprechaun - a poem written for St Patrick's Day
Some stories are worth retelling, this book was originally written by myself when I was in 6th grade and has lasted all of this time. I call this edition – Trip to Blob Planet – the 2nd time around. Yes, it may need a bit of polishing up, but hey… what do you expect from a 6th grader! LOL
Original poem by Michelle Hoffmann
This was a quick and easy recipe that I just threw together last night for supper. It is totally Keto friendly and SO, SO, DELICIOUS!
We all need a tribe to call our own!
An original poem and artwork by Michelle Hoffmann
I just discovered that my cat -whom I had thought loved only me – has a girlfriend! The little bastard!
After having spent days and weeks doing my own research on how the food that I am eating is affecting my body, I have some to a shocking realization — that I am actually better off NOT eating. Then, when I “DO” eat, only to eat in a certain way and only certain foods.
A faded rose from days gone by Lay within the pages of her favorite book. Tear drops stain the weathered paper Memories of a past long since gone.
Original poetry and artwork by Michelle Hoffmann
Being “Woke” …. What does that phrase actually mean? Why do some people make it seem to be such a bad thing? These are the questions that I ask myself. Let’s take a moment and ponder on that question.
Just Between You & Me - an original poem by Michelle Hoffmann
It was just another day. A day that was not unlike any other day that she had experienced before. However, when she stepped outside, things just FELT different, like they had on that fateful day all those years ago.
There…. I finally did it. I have “come out of the closet” so to speak. Many people whom I have spoken with regarding this topic say that I am just “confused”.
Original poetry written by me :). I call this one - The Artist Within.
My newest poem
Just as she was about to walk out the door to head over to her spot – her “me” spot, she heard the phone begin ringing in the living room. God, how she hated that sound. Its shrillness jarred her nerves, sending chills down her spine.
A poem about the state of the world today
I would like to talk about the Education system here in the United States of America. Now, you'd think that, because the USA is (or at least, was) considered to be an advanced society, we would have the greatest education system in the world, correct?
Every year when I was growing up, on August 02, my dad would haul out a folder filled with papers and pictures. We would spend hours sifting through them learning about some guy who had been shot in the back of the head at a saloon in some town called Deadwood on that date.
Here we go now, Down the end of the path, Looking towards the end of the rainbow.
‘The Actor’, a poem about our roles and who we really want to be.