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I Hope You’re Happy

Published on November 12, 2018November 12, 2018 by Tosha Michelle30 Comments

Y’all my hair has finally reach Lob status. Hooray.

Happy Momday. Yesterday we took a day trip to Columbia SC. During our visit we toured the Robert Mills House and Gardens. Here’s some photos from the excursion, followed by music. This tune has a lot of meaning for me. It is my wish for you and everyone I love, those who remind and those who have moved on. I truly hope you all have happiness, tons of love, and everything.else good in the world. 💕

“I hope you’re happy

I hope you’re good

I hope you get what you wish for

And you’re well understood

And whatever your progress

I know you’ll be fine

Because I hope you’re happy

Even if you aren’t mine.”

Sigh

Published on November 1, 2018April 28, 2025 by Tosha Michelle22 Comments

Here’s some more photos I took during our trip to New England. It’s so picturesque and lovely. I’m definitely a fan. Heading home today.

Happy Halloween

Published on October 31, 2018October 31, 2018 by Tosha Michelle22 Comments

Greetings from Salem Massachusetts. Sharing a few pictures with you. The first is this lovely hat I bought that was handmade in Naples. Adorable. The rest of the photos are self explanatory. Love to all. Wishing you more treats than tricks 💕

Portland Maine

Published on October 29, 2018October 29, 2018 by Tosha Michelle40 Comments

Greetings from New England. It’s gorgeous. Here’s a few pictures of Portland Maine and a picture I took in Bangor of Stephen King’s house. Off to Cape Elizabeth and Salem Massachusett tomorrow. 💕

Savannah GA

Published on March 18, 2018March 18, 2018 by Tosha Michelle48 Comments

Shadow Dancing

Published on November 30, 2017November 30, 2017 by Tosha Michelle30 Comments

Be the howling moon
or the quiet wind.

Be Orion and his
starlight shield.

Be the road with no
street signs.

Be waylaid plans;
the lost map.

Arrive on the sidewalk
without knowing where
you are going.

Be the lightning bug.
The crickets,
telling secrets to
the air.

Be the couple walking
into the privacy of
nightfall,

Be their watch. Be
their hands.

Be the cafe always
open late, slide
into the flow of
the coffee.

Be the noodle slip
off the novice’s
chopsticks. The
soup disappearing
in the bowl

Be the siren in the
distance, the choir
music filtering
through the door of
St. Michael’s

Be the
patrons leaving the
bar.

Be the drink in their
glass. The holy water
they swim in.

Turn left.
or
Turn right.

Be the narrow streets,
the high beams on a
city bus. The cab called
they waved off.

Be the cracks in
the sidewalk, the steep
stairs leading 5 floors up.

Be the bright apartment
and the glow from the
lamp light coming through
the window. Want to be
that glow. See two bodies
sways.

Be the shadow behind the
shade.

-Tosha Michelle

The Awakening

Published on November 20, 2017September 20, 2021 by Tosha Michelle36 Comments

No longer content with the
winter life and its flannel
sleep. Self and it’s terms
finally meet

She wipes away
the frost from her soul
And sees spring illuminated
beyond the cold.
Sunlight the trinket she’s
always possesed
misplaced for awhile
shine from within.
Her sepia world
long deprived of green
become vibrant and
alive again.

She walks away in blue
with plenty of heart
by the light of her own
eyes, no longer needing
to find it in another.
The view defined by her,
and her alone.

-Tosha Michelle

https://youtu.be/V0kHokSsokI

Music for Friday

Published on November 17, 2017November 17, 2017 by Tosha Michelle54 Comments

A quote and a song for this lovely Friday.

“Nothing had changed. I was the stupid one again. I was the girl who never understood who she was to people.”
-Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home

And my musical selection. Wanna slow dance? 😜 I will step on your toes. Have a listen and a wonderful weekend. ❤️ Oh, and look y’all, another pair of new eyeglasses 😮

The Chill Factor

Published on November 9, 2017November 9, 2017 by Tosha Michelle88 Comments

I just want a corner to lie
down in.

Pull the covers over
my heart.

Let it get buried in
snow.

Somewhere underground
where the coordinates get lost

A hideout from worry and the
slow burn out of life.

My calendar whited out.
My fingers too cold to hold.
My lips too raw to kiss the end note.

And I can live in the moment
before.

A frozen vessel alone
in the stillness.

My soul encased in a thousand
miles of Arctic air.

-Tosha Michelle

Day Tripper

Published on October 5, 2017 by Tosha Michelle47 Comments

Please excuse my absence. I have doctor’s note. Ha. Just not from that kind of doctor. You guessed it, a witch doctor. Ha! In reality, currently working on my post graduate degree. It’s keeping me pretty pretty busy. I haven’t had a lot of time to write poetry. I did take a day trip to the mountains recently and thought I would share some photos with you. Miss interacting with you all.