I’m excited to share that I’m a featured writer in Flash Frontier, up today, in advance of their upcoming New Orleans themed issue. Huge thanks to Michelle Elvy for the opportunity to share how New Orleans inspires my writing life … Continue reading Feature in Flash Frontier
I’m going to just jump right in without preamble. These poems stand on their own! The Three Poems by Emily Paige Wilson in Longleaf Review are thrilling in their use of language, like a trapeze artist making us hold our … Continue reading Poems I’m Mad Over Right Now
I woke up to the shocking news of Anthony Bourdain’s suicide. I literally felt a shock, dropping my iPad in my lap, coming to my feet. I’m not a person who is impressed by celebrity. I don’t follow celebrities or … Continue reading RIP, Tony
“As they passed the rows of houses they saw through the open doors that men were sweeping and dusting and washing dishes, while the women sat around in groups, gossiping and laughing. What has happened?’ the Scarecrow asked a … Continue reading Cast Iron
There’s this thing inside me – Or, rather, a lack of this thing that should be inside me – that scares me in the early morning when I’m in that place between awake and asleep. It was (wasn’t) there this … Continue reading Later Days and Nights
Now that Napowrimo is over, I’m settling back into my routine of morning online reading. This is my time to look for wonder-full flash and poetry and get lost in other places and other lives. There are many good writers … Continue reading Women of Flash
“Anyhow, the older I get, the less impressed I become with originality. These days, I’m far more moved by authenticity. Attempts at originality can often feel forced and precious, but authenticity has quiet resonance that never fails to stir me. … Continue reading Friday Reads: Big Magic
The breeze off the river ruffles my hair, the sun shining on the water, diamonds with life-long intentions. I step with the crowd onto the dock – languages, scents, smiles intermingling as we move forward as one in a shared … Continue reading Riding the Ferry
Eyelids bluish-pink, delicate as angels lips, protect eyes weary of seeing too many broken things *** Art via Dailyart.com: Young Woman Sleeping, Rembrandt van Rij Continue reading When it’s too much
Inspired by Poets Sometimes I think I think too hard Too much Too long I get stuck inside My own head Where it’s often dark It’s crowded It’s unforgiving I want to be unstuck To look outside myself For possibilities … Continue reading Inspired by Poets
