Let other girls have their chatty lunches, avocado toast and skinny lattes. Let them compare photos of perfect children, judge each other’s yoga wear and shoes and haircuts. I’ll run far away in freedom’s footsteps, search for the slant of … Continue reading Sweet Solitude
I can’t believe a year has past since the last NaPoWriMo! Once again I’m pep-talking myself, trying to juice up for the challenge of 30 poems in 30 days. Realistically, I know I probably won’t hit each and every day … Continue reading Gearing Up for NaPoWriMo 2018
My photo, “Magnolia Pod” is on the cover of the Spring Issue of Olentangy Review and my poem, “The Conversation”, is inside. Much thanks to Darryl and Melissa Price for accepting my work. I’m especially happy they chose my photo, … Continue reading Twofer in Olentangy Review
My poem, “Lemons“, is up on Red Fez and I’m excited to be a part of their 15th anniversary issue. Big thanks to Doc Sigerson and the other editors for giving this poem a home. There are some great stories … Continue reading Poem Published in Red Fez
I needed to call you but I’d forgotten your number, the one I always thought was burned into my memory — for hours I anxiously thumbed through white and yellow pages, forgetting then remembering your name. Between the pages I … Continue reading 803 Monroe
My poem, Store Manager 1980, is published today in Writing in a Woman’s Voice. Big thanks to Beate Sigriddaughter for giving this piece a home. I’m especially happy that it’s published the week of International Woman’s Day on March 8. … Continue reading Poem in Writing in a Woman’s Voice
“To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into so … Continue reading Self Portrait in Shadow
“The country is making a big mistake not teaching kids to cook and raise a garden and build fires.” ~~~Loretta Lynn I made my mother-in-law’s recipe for chicken pot pie last night. I’ve probably made it hundreds of times over … Continue reading Color and Texture
Stop, Observe Air as dense as wet cotton awoke me. Through the window, a squirrel nibbled on palm fruit, the fragile rays of morning illuminating inquisitive eyes. Far above, a jet full of travelers hurried to somewhere else. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Stop, Observe
“When you’re in the dark, you have to try to remember that it’s a dance – dark, light, dark, light, dim. Or when you’re in the sun but the clouds come, of course you instantly think, Oh, God, now it’s … Continue reading For Tara
