I will become a firefly.

I will dance between your

fingers and then fly away

into the distance.

Perhaps I will be back tomorrow.

Perhaps I will wander forever.

I will build myself  a nest among the stars

with branches from the sycamore tree.

I will feed myself honeydew

and the juices will run down my chest

and puddle in my lap,

staining my white, lace dress.

I will compose a song

from whispers, winks, and wind chimes,

and I will hum it to myself

as I journey across the night,

towards sunrise.

I will become a firefly,

and I will be remembered, not by name,

but by the color of my light.




When we sit together here

I think about the distance

that is held within these few inches.

How so short a distance

can seem so impassable.

Why do we never fully say the words

we mean to say?

We try to catch them in our throats

and the tails come out as whispers;

ghosts of what they were meant to be.

Except for the daggers.

They come out whole and angry.

I am covered in cuts and lashes,

but I still do not know what you mean

or if you meant it.


Hi everybody. Some updates:

1.) So the poetry collection I’ve been working on is now up on Smashwords. Some of the poems in it were posted previously on this blog and some of them have never been posted anywhere before. It’s called “Little Mouse and other poems”. I have it priced at 0.99 cents right now. I decided to go with a hand drawing as a base for my cover this time since I noticed a lot of poetry books with very simplistic looking covers on the market right now.

You can purchase it here:



2.) For my next work I’m going to try using Amazon. I’m working on some kids’ books next and Amazon apparently has a special “kids’ book creator” that is supposed to help with getting them set up right. Also though, I’m not entirely satisfied with how the formatting in my poetry books has been and I’m not sure if it’s just me and I need to improve my document formatting skills or if it’s the smashwords conversion process into all of the different formats. So I’m thinking I’ll try Amazon next time for that too and see if I notice any differences.

3.) Additionally, I changed my smashwords author name from Nikkie Love to Nikkie Shefler. Love is actually my middle name (like officially) and I liked using “Nikkie Love” as a pen name because it’s cute, but sadly, there is another author on amazon who publishes under Nikkie Love and I don’t want our readers getting confused. So I have decided to switch to using my last name.

4.) Because I changed my name, I had to edit and re-upload the other books I had on smashwords along with my profiles on various sites, which was annoying, but, while I was at it, I decided to make a new cover for “To Love and the Wild”. I’m pretty pleased with how the new cover turned out; I think it looks really good.

new book cover

and if you haven’t read that one and want to, it’s free and it’s here:

The poems inside are the same as before, just the author name and cover have changed.

5.) A very nice person gifted me with a kindle fire and I’ve downloaded an app that allows me to type up notes on it, and email them to myself. Usually, when I don’t have my laptop on me or when the battery is dead because I didn’t take the time to charge it (my laptop is finicky and for some reason does not like being used while charging) I write on paper, which is fine except that then means that I have a pile of scenes that I then have to put in order, type up, and then put into my story and since I’m kinda lazy, I put off doing that for a good while which means my book progress is not nearly as fast as it should be. So, hopefully, this will make me more productive.

6.) I’ve been making progress on a few of my stories so hopefully I’ll get some of them done and out before the end of this year. One of them, a kid’s book, I would ideally like to have out by Halloween, but we’ll see. Another of them, that I haven’t really started writing yet, revolves around Santa’s Elves and will probably be young adult. I’m going to try to do that one as a Nanowrimo novel (fingers crossed) so that I can get it out for readers in December. I’ve also been adding to a couple other stories gradually, so one of them might pop up too. Hopefully, I’ll be posting about one of them soon. 🙂


Writing While it Floods

It’s storming again.

Big, fat rain drops pelting down from the sky.

Violently. They beat against the windows and assault the ground,

like tiny hammers. Worms escape from the earth to crawl their way higher,

onto roads and sidewalks, trying not to drown.

Tiny bumps are rising from the skin on my bare arms

and I tuck them in closer to my body.

I squat down on the splintery boards of our little balcony

and listen to the barrage against the roof and leaves.

The crick has overflowed its boundaries and spilled over

into the baseball field just down the road, past the grocery store.

I know it won’t reach us here on the upper floor of a building that’s standing on a hill.

There’s pictures of cars floating in flooded underpasses on TV,

from the people who were just a little too daring.

Luckily, the motorcyclist in my family managed to get home

before it really started coming down. I don’t imagine bikes mix well with flood waters.

It’s not so bad so far, no kayaks in the department store parking lots this year,

but don’t mention that out-loud, you don’t wanna jinx it.

A bedraggled squirrel tries to climb up under the shelter of our balcony but

ducks back down the fire escape when he sees me there already.

The trees across from where I’m squatting are startlingly green under the grey clouds

and the air is filled with that worm-rain smell that I have such a hard time

describing accurately. Petrichor, it’s called. But it’s mixed with the smell of exhaust and

other human chemicals. The rain here smells different than it did where we used to live.

My mother’s standing in the kitchen and we’re talking through the screen doorway.

We’re waiting calmly for the rain to let up, mildly anxious that

the weather forecasters might be wrong in their prediction that the main rivers won’t

reach flood stage this time around. I’m reviewing, with my mother,

my mental list of which relatives do and do not live in the flood zones right now

and recalling stories from the big flood several years back, when my attempt

to walk to campus was interrupted by my realization

that I wouldn’t be getting through without a boat. It’s starting to let up now

and we’re relieved to see the text messages from my cousin saying they are still dry.

Hopefully, the water will have time to recede before the next downpour comes.

Despite the  anxiety it causes, I’ve always loved the rain.