For My Mother and Other Collectors of Strays

April is National Poetry Month! I've dug down deep for this one, written for my Mom at least 30 years ago when she was the age that I am now. For My Mother and Other Collectors of Strays   I want you to contradict me. When I shiver in my cavernous apartment complaining that autumn … Continue reading For My Mother and Other Collectors of Strays

Easter Greetings/Pandemic Edition

I think I can say without fear of contradiction that this has been a weird year. And hey!--suddenly, it's Easter again. It feels rather surreal. Like many people, I have done very little to celebrate holidays during the pandemic. That's okay; I'm all for downsizing the fuss and nonsense and commercialization. Truth be told, I … Continue reading Easter Greetings/Pandemic Edition

Immigrant

i Blades not sharp or brutal but tender and yielding to the weight of my bare feet sprout on this thin layer of soil that hugs the Donegal coast. I grasp a clump of green shoots in my fist: does that make it mine or does it belong to a middle-aged man with a piece … Continue reading Immigrant

Goose Girl

St. Jude showed up  at my door today with a little package tightly wrapped in pale blue paper, adorned with a large clump of curled white ribbon (he’d obviously  had it wrapped at the store.)   I was surprised to see him; I was unaware he made house calls. It seemed impolite not to invite … Continue reading Goose Girl

Alive in the Moment

Alive in the Moment Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts:  urge to be alive in the moment, sound of waves lapping around the house, whipping like an energetic tornado, longing for a perfect moment to move you, manage, strolling, pollen, cheat, skins, lines, big giant plane, tired of hearing Dad’s stories, Tower of … Continue reading Alive in the Moment

Dot Dot Dot

Anderson Cooper came by my house  to repair the busted slats on my back fence and to tell me  I use too many ellipses in my writing.   I told him I use ellipses because I like them!— but I told him not in a “I’ll do what I want” kind of way. I told … Continue reading Dot Dot Dot

Twelve Dreams of Fiji

Written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompts:  couldn’t find my keys, night in Fiji, half-life, listening to trees, embracing endings, where shall we go, plumeria I dug in my purse—life savers, lip stick, coin purse, tissues.  When I couldn’t find my keys, I decided I was too drunk to drive home.  So I ordered another … Continue reading Twelve Dreams of Fiji

My Capitol

I have lived in the city of Sacramento, the capital of California, my entire life.  So it was disturbing a few weeks ago to learn that alt right organizations were threatening unspecified acts of terrorist violence in state capitals.  Since I continue to “shelter” during the pandemic, I have not gone downtown to take a look, but … Continue reading My Capitol

Deacon King Kong, a review

In the first paragraph of Deacon King Kong by James McBride, the title character, aka Cuffy “Sportcoat” Lambkin, shoots a young drug dealer on the plaza of a public housing project where they both live in 1969 New York City.  The surprise is that a story with such a gritty opening turns out to be a genuine, feel-good, … Continue reading Deacon King Kong, a review

Meditation on an Advent Wreath

Greetings! This week I've updated a Christmas post from a few years past. It seems more meaningful than ever right now. Long ago, in the pagan cultures of the far north, work and travel were severely limited by cold and snow as days grew shorter.  Farmers and their families would remove a wheel from their carts … Continue reading Meditation on an Advent Wreath