Why Don’t We…

Let’s stay inside today
under the warmth of
bedcovers and drown
in the soft syllables
of the sun coming in
through the window.

The sky making its own
music in this joyful place
between wake and sleep.
Let’s pay no mind to
the larger hand of the clock
or technological distractions.

Here there’s no room for
catastrophic thoughts or
the kingdom of to do lists.
Let’s take a break from
amplified news and a
world constantly
swallowing salt.

Stay with me, in our
wozen cocoon of arns
and blankets where the
membranes of our dreams
are sliced into serenity.
Here in our own nest of
slumber and verve, where
contentment is consigned
to two.

-Tosha Michelle

On a non poetry note for any of you ladies who lile shopping and clothes as much as I do, I recently discovered an online consignment shop that has like new name brand clothes for really wonderful prices.  You can also sale your stuff there. The site is called thredup.com.  Here’s a sample of the savings taken from my cart.  The have brands from all over the world. I especially like Zara’s. Very cool items. 

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Life in Motion


The encyclopedia of my life
dwells inside my mind.
Home is found in my personal history.
My world is located here.
The trajectory of a moonlight
path. The sun upon my face.
My mother’s embrace. The
voices of friends. Love lost
Love found The purr of my cat.
My daughters’ laughter. My
Father’s smile. These things
give me purpose.

My life has been a slow
awakening. With the passing
of each year, I become more
aware, more alive. Time has
a way of opening eyes. It’s
midday and the mist never
clears completely.
I’m still struggling in a dimly
lit room. Trying to understand
where my place is in the
swirling of seasons, places
and things. I yawn and stretch,
hungry for the unknown, the unborn poem,
the next adventure, to exist wholly,
before the fadeout begins.

-Tosha Michelle

One of Those Posts 

Hello beautiful ones.. Random stuff from the peanut gallery. I’ll be posting a poem soon. Hope everyone had a lovely New Year’s day. I’m so happy to see 2019. There’s already a sense of renewal and grace. 

Here’s a few pictures from New Year’s Eve and the motley crew I call friends. I was honored to just take the photos. 


Also a new year calls for a new home.  We downsized awhile back into an apartment, but are ready to get back into a home of our own. I thought I’d share a few of the houses in our price range that caught my eye. We’re going to take our time, still wondering if it might be better to buy some land and build.  It’s just exciting to start planning.  It’s  lovely to live in an area where the cost of living is low. Homes are more than reasonable around here. 



And my favorite.

Anf now from the cats in my life, although only the last one is technically mine 😎

The greatest cat ever


Let’s end with a tune xx

2019 I’m ready!


Scenes from my Christmas and yet another new pair of eyeglasses.  


🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸

Now for a few quotes about the new year. 

“Hope. Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering ‘it will be happier’…-Alfred Lord Tennyson

“May the New Year bring you courage to break your resolutions early! My own plan is to swear off every kind of virtue, so that I triumph even when I fall!”
-Aleister Crowley, Moonchild

“Each New Year, we have before us a brand new book containing 365 blank pages. Let us fill them with all the forgotten things from last year—the words we forgot to say, the love we forgot to show, and the charity we forgot to offer.”
-Peggy Toney Horton

And what’s a blog post without a little Swift?

Hope you all have a very happy vintage new year full of sunshine, laughter, love, and loads of books and chocolate. ❤️ -Tosha 

You Can Tell Everybody…

this is your song. My cover of “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas” See after poem. Wishing you all the happiest of holidays. xx

“Music on Christmas Morning” by Anne Brontë

Music I love – but never strain
Could kindle raptures so divine,
So grief assuage, so conquer pain,
And rouse this pensive heart of mine –
As that we hear on Christmas morn,
Upon the wintry breezes borne.

Though Darkness still her empire keep,
And hours must pass, ere morning break;
From troubled dreams, or slumbers deep,
That music kindly bids us wake:
It calls us, with an angel’s voice,
To wake, and worship, and rejoice.

https://m.soundcloud.com/tosha-michelle2020/have-yourself-a-merry-little

To My Grandmother


I know you’re in a better place.
where anguish and pain
can’t find you.
Your frail arms strong again
Your mind free of dementia,
where your hardest task is
choosing a book over a nap.

I know God must exist,
and he must be a good God
because he gave me the
gift of you. Proof was found
in the way you nurtured me,
my teacher of homespun truths,
my giver of Sunday dinners,
porch swing singalong, and
honeysuckle musings.

Sometimes when my eyes are
starry, I feel the membrane
between our worlds break
and I find you again.
You’ve traveled so far to
be near, galaxies envelopes
us. You faster than the lightest
of lights, so much faster than
death and despair.

In these times I can feel
you living on in me.
Remnants of a childhood of
belonging and grace.
The cosmos and it’s mysteries
of scattered matter and infinite
wonder draws us closer still.
Granddaughter and
Grandmother together again.

-Tosha Michelle