Notes from the Other Side


Sometimes sorrow turns into
irreversible regret.
We choose to live an icebox
existence.
Wallowing in misfortune’s
frosty glass.
Consorting with memories
Squabbling with dreams.

The poet too has felt life
interrupted, days that vanish
upon awakening.
I’ve known suffering and
the pull of solitary confinement.

Now looking back from a happier
vista. I’m hear to tell you,
the pitch of pain may never
be unheard, but it does gets softer,
fading into a bittersweet refrain.
The past becomes part of
your case history, to be read
by nostalgia’s light on rain
soaked nights.

In time the visible world brightens 
Let it entice you with the woo of
the today and what will be.
Take refuge in the heat of
places uncharted, linger in
the sweet realism of the hour.

Walk toward the future
with unshackled feet.
The misbegotten shadows
behind you now.
Let the smudge of the sun,
and the warmth of a steadfast
hand be your guide.

-Tosha Michelle

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Why I Question Humanity 

This is today’s rant. It may become a weekly thing. Sometimes you just have to vent. New poem coming on Sunday.

My gripe for today. See below. Note if you’re not familiar with the Jodi Arias case here are the basics

“On June 4, 2008, salesman Travis Victor Alexander (July 28, 1977 – June 4, 2008) was murdered by his ex-girlfriend, Jodi Ann Arias (born July 9, 1980), in his house in Mesa, Arizona, United States. Arias was convicted of first-degree murder on May 8, 2013, and sentenced to life in prisonwithout the possibility of paroleon April 13, 2015, almost seven years after the murder.[n

That was then… and now

“Jodi Arias is asking an appeals court to overturn
her murder conviction in the 2008 death of her former boyfriend, saying a prosecutor’s misconduct and a judge’s failure to control news coverage during the salacious case
deprived her of the right to a fair trial”

https://nypost.com/2018/07/07/jodi-arias-appeals-murder-conviction-cites-circus-like-trial/

A few things, there was never any evidence to support her claims of abuse. The reality is she was a woman obsessed with a man conflicted about his religion and sexuality. Together they were toxic. Sadly, Travis lost his life before he could make the positive changes he so desperately wanted to implement. One of those was cutting ties with Jodi.

She couldn’t have that thought, so the narcissistic sociopath decided to brutally murder him instead. She shot Travis once, stabbed him 29 times. 29 times! Nine of the stabs wounds were in the back, bur oh “it was self defense” Funny, how the only injuries she had were a few cuts on her fingers. I guess that what happens when you wield a knife in a homicidal rage . It was overkill. She slashed his throat from ear to ear. Oh, and if that wasn’t enough, she tried to murder him a second time by slandering his name in court with her self serving lies. Let’s also not forget that she was more than happy to give multiple interviews to the media. In those interviews, her biggest concern was how she looked on camera, not the death of someone she “ loved” so desperately.

In addition she lied numerous times. First she said she wasn’t anywhere near Travis’s home when he was murdered. After she was confronted with photographs that showed she most definitely was there, she changed her story again. This time asserting that two ninjas committed the crime, and she fleed the scene to save her life. Shockingly, that story didn’t wash either, kind of like the film she tried to destroy by placing Travis’s camera in the washing machine. It should be noted this camera  not only showed scandalous photos taken the day of the murder, but also scenes from the murder itself.

Her next whooper, she killed Travis in self defense. I asked you would a woman who feared a man stalked said man, hack his social media accounts, slashed his car tires, and then show up at his house to have sex and take naughty photos. I don’t think so. The only thing Travis was guilty of was letting his sex drive get the best of him. It happens to all of us, we don’t deserve to die because of it. Did Travis use Jodi? Maybe, but Jodi was far from innocent. She was and is a manipulative, selfish, self serving sick woman. I hope she never gets out of jail. The only nice thing I can say about her is  at least she isn’t Casey Anthony.

Travis is the true victim..He should be alive and thriving. I hope he’s resting in peace. He didn’t deserve such a violent end. My heart will forever go out to his family.

Never Forgotten 


I thought of you 15 years old
and your parents who weep
for their son who’s life ended
much too soon, another
fragrant willow clipped
with the blunt shears of
a world gone mad.

Another life taken by a mass
shooter who name I refuse to
recall.

I thought of the life you
should be living,
all the milestones you’ll
miss, a future that should
be fully in bloom.

I mourn for the
shadows of other
children senselessly 
gunned down
Faded blossoms
and the fullest summers
that might have been.

I pondered how anyone can
be indifferent
to a wind that continues to
shutter and lash out.
Endangering elms and
our humanity.

I long for a day where
the headlines aren’t
filled with grieving families
and discourse that solves
nothing, but perpetuates hate
Whiplashing our brains
with fear and despair.

You won’t be forgotten.
precious child.
You didn’t deserve
such a hellish fate,
nor will I forget the ones
who inevitably will come
after you if we don’t
start acknowledging the
thunderthrottled air.

Rest in peace. I hope
you’re in a place where
the monochrome scales
of this world have gone
a serene blue.
A place where the weather
never conspires against you
and your soul is a lexicon
of green serenity.

-Tosha Michelle

The Gardens at Middleton Place- Charleston SC

I captured the shots below while spending time at Middleton Place, exploring America’s oldest garden. I didn’t realize at the time the resolution on my iPhone had been set to low. Grr! I definitely want to visit again in the spring with better resolution and sunshine in view.  On this outing,  it became progressively cloudy and colder as the day went on. I imagine the landscape is especially stunning in warmer weather with all the flowers in bloom. 

“Charleston has a landscape that encourages intimacy and partisanship. I have heard it said that an inoculation to the sights and smells of the Carolina lowcountry is an almost irreversible antidote to the charms of other landscapes, other alien geographies. You can be moved profoundly by other vistas, by other oceans, by soaring mountain ranges, but you can never be seduced. You can even forsake the lowcountry, renounce it for other climates, but you can never completely escape the sensuous, semitropical pull of Charleston and her marshes.”

-Pat Conroy

Middleton Place

Some photos I took at historic Middleton Place in Charleston SC.  I apologize for the quality.  I didn’t realize until after that the resolution on my IPhone was on the lowest setting. In any event, the house and grounds are beautiful. I also made some new furry friends. Shh! Don’t tell Tucker. I’ll post photos from the gardens soon.  

Homemade 

Love is not just the property
of physics but the language
of home, a feeling of belonging,
a shareable place. Sometimes a
little patch of green.
Other times an unmade field.

Its touch sharp but malleable,
a labor of commitment and
compromise, that with luck and perseverance can withstand
drought or a sun washed out by rain.

Love is neither a spell or curse
but rather feelings inked by actions.
At times a historical footnote
At other’s an entire memoir.

Often born from the tree of life,
sweet and fruitful
Other times acrid and spoiled
Love’s at its best when brushed
with agape’s stroke
Friendship pierced with eros

This kind of love can be feasted
on for years, Soul and sugar
with a portion of salt.
Imperishable and filling.
A recipe that can be recited
by heart light and remembered
during times the light bends.

-Tosha Michelle

Freaky Friday 

Happy Friday.  Look pictures and music. Maybe instead of freaky Friday, it should be predictable Friday. I do have my unpredictable quirks and moods though.  😛 Wishing everyone a lovely weekend. xx

New glasses, y’all 

And it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas (at least at the hotel)

Should I knock?

On hey…pretty sure I know this flannel wearing man.

Just seeing the sights 


And music. Talk about a feel good tune.  Hope it makes you happy. 

Everybody needs a place to call their home / Everybody’s skin is different, not their bones / Even when you’re lonely, know you’re not alone / You’re one of us, one of us, one of us.