I am thrilled that my essay, “A Bittersweet Pilgrimage”, about my recently deceased Aunt is online today in the new issue of Love in the Time of Covid Chronicle. As I was writing it I had this wonderful journal in mind and hoped it would be accepted there. Big thanks go out to Editors Michelle … More Essay in Love in the Time of Covid
Pink Moon 5 a.m. & the moon looms large in my pollen-streaked window, tree branches knocking across her surface. It’s been ages since I’ve been awake in this early morning hour, I’ve forgotten how solid the night can be, empty of ghosts in the closet and monsters under the bed – they only seem to … More NaPoWriMo Day 27
Patience Fallow days find me watching Monty Don, his busy hands digging, pulling, planting – and dreams of zucchini (corgettes!),squash, and chili’s dance in my head. Every vegetable and flower that might grow in my hot, humid climate gets a notation in my notebook while I find myself thinking in British-eze. But in my life … More NaPoWriMo Day 22
Kiss Redux I need dusk ‘til dawn to turn my world particular I want extra time to talk dirty to be flirty to maybe have a good time To dance my world particular * This wee verse is a found poem created from the lyrics to “Kiss” by Prince. Today is the anniversary of his … More NaPoWriMo Day 21
Palm tree trembles and sways beats wild music near my window while I clutch my quilt to my chin * I didn’t follow a prompt today because I’ve been busy with other things. We had storms last night into the early morning. I was awakened at 5:30 by a very high wind that was thrashing … More NaPoWriMo Day 10
It’s been Lucky February for me! I am so grateful to Twin Pies Literary and Fevers of the Mind Poetry Blog for selecting my work for their fine publications. My Flash Fiction piece, “Four Levels of Infatuation“, is in Twin Pies new issue. Thank you, Jessica Evans and D.T. Robbins! My two poems, “Shelter in … More Twin Pies Lit + Fevers of the Mind
A cat in heat has been caterwauling non-stop for at least a week & fire trucks are wailing & road rage-crazed drivers are honking & buses are vroom-vrooming & kids are playing basketball in the parking lot behind the house, the ball thump-thump-thumping on the pavement making the dogs bark & the drive-up kid at … More A Day In the Life of a Sick Woman
Roots and Rituals when you say, Give me silence, purify my sour heart – I prepare yellow gills of liminal poison brush damp earth from caps scented of hoar and musk, slice then grind under mortar and … More Roots and Rituals
Wake up each morning with a grateful heart because what else can we do? Our path is short, stones poke and roll under our feet, we stumble. But nine times out of ten, we catch ourselves, look up, bathe our faces in sunlight.
