I first wrote and published this piece several years ago when Barack Obama was president and John Boehner was speaker of the house, and we were in the midst of a federal government shut-down. It was a time of great anxiety, partisanship and divisiveness. Things being what they are right now, I decided it would … Continue reading A Prayer for Healing Division
Written with the prompts: the streets were deserted, where was everyone, the shadow knows Phoebe came out of the Safeway to a parking lot of empty cars and abandoned grocery carts. She glanced to her left, then right, and noting no traffic, she ventured out toward her car. She carried a plastic bag with four … Continue reading Shadow
Pearl became a crone gradually. It started when she shed her pastel, party-mint-colored clothes, the pinks, the baby blues and pale yellows. Suddenly she found herself attracted to burgundy, teal, and aubergine. She stopped dyeing her hair yellow blond, gave up the tinted contacts, the high heeled pumps. She traipsed around in dark green Birkenstocks … Continue reading Becoming a Crone
Written with the prompts: be able to answer that call, are we there yet?, shit no!, you are told what to think but, a faded newspaper picture, why they did what they did, intuition, water can get hot, dream or fantasy, guidance, let’s look at this from a different perspective, I am in a body, sticky … Continue reading Susan’s Calling
Written with the prompts: thank God none of this is real, write what first comes to mind, caffeine, cats and cuss words, false red lips, stop, I needed contact with those who would give me welcome, the night is young. Most prompts were massaged a bit here! Theresa was under the impression that Facebook was … Continue reading Twyla, on facebook
These were the prompts given to me: eat us an armadillo, laugh till you cry, pick up the pieces, then he joined us, battle of the brain and the body, that was her first kiss ever, don’t move, good thing it ended when it did, the notebook, never mind I have to admit that I … Continue reading Kitty and the Armadillo
Miranda got up in the morning, fed the cats and ate a fresh peach, mindfully thanking the Universe for the sweetness and the texture of the fruit as well as the miracle that she had the resources to buy fresh peaches. And then she went on Facebook. Aaaaaaah, the images, the words, the addiction of … Continue reading Learning to Play
Years ago, I whimsically folded a few of my original poems into paper airplanes and flew them into the audience at a reading. People were amused. This happened long ago, in the "Before Times," when no one had heard the names Microsoft or Apple iPhone. It was a simpler era, and yet today I say … Continue reading Free Books
This review is a little long, but there's a surprise at the bottom of the post! If you don't have time for reading, at least scroll down there. . . The first thing you’ll notice about The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt is that it’s a big book, 771 pages worth. If you’ve got the hardbound … Continue reading The Goldfinch, a book review
In her dream, Charlotte forgot that her husband was dead. Her dreaming self did seem to know that Rob was absent. In this imagined space, he had left to get out of her way, to allow her to grow into the person she was meant to be. So at the beginning of the dream—or rather … Continue reading Peacock Dreams
