April is National Poetry Month, so I’ll be posting a few poems this season. Currently I spend more time writing prose stories instead of poems, so it’s been fun for me to look back at poems I wrote in past decades. This poem is from a period when I was experimenting with classic forms. … Continue reading The Bear, a sestina
I originally shared this post two years ago after an enjoyable trip to the coast. I consider it to be a wonderful Good Friday meditation. Last week I was generously invited to join a group of friends who have been meeting every year for decades to whale watch at Point Arena Lighthouse. On our third … Continue reading The Labyrinth, an Easter Adventure
On our first trip to Europe, some of us fell in love with Paris: the art, the architecture, the tiny cafes where you could sit drinking coffee and eating bread and cheese all afternoon. Lillian took up smoking short brown cigarettes and spent hours jotting in her journal. Petra teased that Lillian was talking on a Gertrude Stein … Continue reading We Are Older Now
Allow me to share a parable my late friend Craig told me: Before we are born, we are hanging out on the astral planes, having fun with our friends. Then our number is called: it’s our turn to don a body and come to Earth. We come here, live our lives, spending as much as 80, 90, even … Continue reading Vacation
I've been crazy busy these past weeks, so I'm going to treat us all to an old favorite, a rerun, this week. Enjoy! After midnight the day-old loaves of bread in the bakery turn into slumbering cats. Some are brown and toasty, some white and fragrant, some calico dotted with black, brown and golden patches … Continue reading Bread Cats
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 my Thursday group with the prompts: you’ll wonder why, shoot for the moon, balsamic vinegarette, ceramic wine glasses, dread, warning, tree trunk across the path, this way please, she buzzed the door open, hearing thunder when you were a child, the white swan stared intently at the black one, the conference of the birds, … Continue reading Complement
Today's offering is the tiniest of flash fiction, written in poem form.The river is lapping on my porch. Red fish and blue fish leap toward the doorbellseeking sanctuary.My cat smacks her lips wishes for opposable thumbs.Meanwhile, I ama Russian nesting doll.I contain multitudes.The old woman on the outsideis undecided.The young woman within is watching the … Continue reading Matryoshka
I wrote this story a few years ago. On the surface it may not seem romantic, but in the chaos of this year, I felt it would make a nice Valentine's Day offering. I hope you enjoy it. When Jenna arrived at the border, she was surprised to find a guard at the gate. His … Continue reading At the Border
I've been down with a monster cold the past couple weeks, and this blog was neglected. So today I'm publishing one of the first flash fiction pieces I wrote about eight years ago. I hope you enjoy it! Written with the prompts: He had known better, OR, She is the only one who knew me, … Continue reading His True Name
