Posted in Prompt, Thoughts, Uncategorized

Glutton For Punishment

There are times when I start drafting a blog post and want to just hit the delete button. I used to enjoy writing in WordPress before so many changes (aka block format). I’d actually give more time to my blog, sometimes resulting in longer pieces sharing more of my life and personal thoughts, as well as inspirational text. Now, in addition to figuring how best to phrase my words in a given post, I cuss from the frustration of having to choose effective formatting. Thankfully I don’t publish all the words that go into me creating a post! Were these changes made to better accommodate human input or that of some automated marketing process utilized by big companies and “power” bloggers? My brain is tired and this battle between WP and me may soon need a referee.

Even though it sounds like I’ve reached the end of the road with WP, I’m sure I’ll be back tomorrow. Ugh!


©️2021 CSNelson, Don’t Forget the Half

Posted in Haiku, Life, Poetry, Prompt, Relationships, Senryu, Uncategorized

Haiku A Day – fight

fight settles, now she’s 
sitting quietly— it’s the
calm before the storm

©️2021 CSNelson, Don’t Forget the Half

Posted in Amusement, Fiction, Humor, Prompt, stories, Uncategorized

Lost at The Garden (fiction)

“Two rights, a left at the garden and a half mile past the bronze statue.” According to my uncle, these are the directions from his house to the library. TWO RIGHTS…LEFT AT THE GARDEN…PAST STATUE. He sounded so confident and so, I was too until the left turn at the garden put me on a dead end road into a cemetery. At that moment I felt like a lamb to the slaughter and immediately realized I was lost. When I called my uncle to tell him the situation, he just couldn’t understand where I went wrong because his directions were perfect. He put on this whole performance, talking about how I never listen and I must’ve made a wrong turn, etc. Again he repeated, “Two rights, left at the garden and half mile past the bronze statue.” Getting nowhere with him, I decided to head back to his house and that’s when I finally saw it. On the corner before the community garden was a small floral shop called “The Garden.” Believing it wasn’t just coincidental, I turned down that street, came upon the bronze statue and finally found the library. Yeah, I guess I really don’t listen!


©️2021 CSNelson, Don’t Forget the Half

Posted in Décima, Life, Poetry, Prompt, Uncategorized

Change Of Life (Décima)

Brain on pause, memory cloudy

Running on fumes, sleep’s a fortune

Flashing heat, extreme exhaustion

Erratic moods, cheerful, pouty

Mild temper erupts to rowdy

Focus shattered, thoughts all wander

Energy? None left to squander

Productive days get disrupted

Concentration interrupted

The Change” anguish—facts to ponder


©️2021 CSNelson, Don’t Forget the Half

Posted in Amusement, Fiction, Humor, Life, People, Prompt, Relationships, stories, Uncategorized

House Party (Fiction)

Henry and his wife Ann just moved to the area about a month ago, so they were delightfully surprised to receive their first party invitation. Ann started feeling nervous as Henry read the particulars, realizing the party was in two days. She immediately shouted, “WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR?” and suggested they buy new outfits. Henry quickly rebuffed that idea, reminding Ann of her custom-built closet full of clothes.

The day had come and Ann was excited to finally have someplace to wear her cute little black dress and pink shoes. As she applied makeup and curled her hair, Henry sat in his slacks and polo shirt watching the game and enjoying the breeze from their oscillating fan.

As soon as they arrived at the party, Ann was confused by the guest’s attire. The men were in double-breasted suits standing beside their wives, who wore elegantly fitted dresses. The hosts approached, visibly disappointed, and asked, “Did you not understand the theme Vanderbilt House Party?” Henry glanced at the invitation again and realized his oversight. “Oh, I thought that was your name since the party is at your house,” he explained. Embarrassed by laughter in the background, Ann simply turned and walked out the door.


©️2021 CSNelson, Don’t Forget the Half