Synchronicity would be the word to best describe this past month.

It started when I posted a poem I’d written years ago – God & Goddess – on my twitter feed. Another poet who goes by the handle of @fuckingpoetry generously did an audio recording of that poem in his awesome, sexy Australian accent.

Seriously, go check out his mostly NSFW writings and audio recordings at I recommend that you are seated when listening lest your knees get weak!

Then I stumbled on another writer with the twitter handle of @TheZeusJuice who has this whole shtick about being Zeus in the modern world. A bit of playful banter later and suddenly he, two dozen other amazing writers and I have a website where we are now blogging about the trials and tribulations of being Gods, Goddesses, and Muses trying to assimilate with humans by taking on day jobs.

So in the short span of a month, I’ve gone from your average sexy scribbler to a Goddess Blogger for the Pantheon.
You can check out my storyline by starting with my bio here: The Goddess Moxie.

Oh? You didn’t know that there was a Goddess named Moxie? Well, now you do! Following along as I spill the beans on the wild, weird, and wacky deities of Mount Olympus as the head of the Pantheon’s PR Firm. Here are a couple of updates to get you started:

If you enjoy my writings, I’d be honored if you’d buy me a coffee or became a patron! Thanks so much for your support!

Wayward Words

Image by Alejandro Tuzzi from Pixabay

Let us paint the world
With our wayward words
From fingertips and tongue.

Letters mixed and swirled
Trilled by mockingbirds –
Poet, not poem, unsung.
Written for World Poetry Day 2019, this little verse gave me a reason to switch hats from novelist to poet. And now, I’m switching once again from poet to blogger. I know. I know. I’ve been lax in updating this blog.

Mea culpa.

However, that doesn’t mean I haven’t been busy with writing projects. Because I have!

Thanks to my small but fierce team of beta readers, I’m 80% done with rewrites, edits, and whatnots of The Call. The plan is to have the entire manuscript polished by the end of the month. Incidentally, The Call was a finalist in the Sexy Scribblers contest and a partial manuscript (the first 14 chapters) is being read by an Editor at Carina Press who promises feedback. If liked, they may select it for publication, too. Fingers crossed.

Now it’s time to put on my laundress headwear before I get back into novelist-mode. I’ll save you the suspense and let you know that tomorrow’s attire includes both housekeeper and novelist. A writer’s life is so sexy ain’t it?

Beware the Bubble Gum Suitor

Shoe with gum stuck on the bottom

Seduction by those bubble gum words –
Slick, juicy, sweet.

Fork-tonguing the pliable pink wall – 
Push, probe, retreat. 

Artfully exhales, truth and lies blurred – 
Stretch, pop, repeat. 

Chews out the flavor. Gonna use it all –
Spit, discard. mistreat.


Today, we expand our vocabulary with a brand-spanking-new word:
Nimble fingers find their mark with eager anticipation
Of that exquisite moment of sweet release;
A sigh, a moan – bramancipation (tm).

This new word is brought to you courtesy of MadDawg who gave permission to yours truly to introduce it here. Don’t you feel smarter already?


Originial photo by Sean Carpenter
A smile in her direction, her name upon his lips,
A hint of true affection, his hands upon her hips –
Memories that cruelly taunt her;
Desires that make her ache,

For the time when he still wants her
Since she is his to take.

NaNoWriMo 2014

The second of November, the day of the dead
and here I sit wrestling words from my head.
It’s day two of NaNoWriMo;
One thousand words down; Forty-nine thousand to go.
I need to write faster. I need to write more.
By midnight tonight, I should be at 3 -3-3-4.
Long days and late nights,
forget showers, just write!
Word after word appears on the screen
as I lay down the prose of a steamy sex scene.
Keep writing, keep counting, keep rocking this story;
Hell bound and hell bent for 50-k glory.


Beneath ancient bearded sentinels, fires burn.

Mark the liminal end and beginning; this time of the veil thinning
When those who left, return.

(140 spooky characters)


One is our past, the other our future – both gifts not given away.
Memories are experience that can’t be undone, though used to dream a new day.
I embrace my memories as well as my dreams; they both are a part of me.
But, I can’t live just in the past and give up what is yet to be. 
So, tell me your tales of the good old days; reminisce over a cup of tea.
As long as once your stories are told, you come dream a future with me.

Mardi Gras

Anonymous sin cloaked in masquerade,
Decadent celebrations on parade,
Primal indulgences and flouting the law,
Welcome, dawlin’, to Mardi Gras.

(140 Carnival Characters)