If
This piece is a bit of Matrix thinking. . . If I had it to do all over again, maybe I’d take the blue pill; I’d choose the illusion. I’ll [...]
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Jul, 2026
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Nov, 2024
Blue
I started writing this piece about my friend Craig several years ago. I thought I had lost it, but I found it again as I was purging files this summer. [...]
22
Apr, 2022
The Flint Girls Go To A Fire
This is a poem I wrote a few years back for my mother and her sisters. It's a bit of a ramble, but they all seemed to like it. My [...]
4
Mar, 2022
Unthinkable
Written with my Thursday group with the prompts: hard to be human, when she refused him he. . ., the loneliness, run out of. . ., viscous, a large cat’s body [...]
30
Apr, 2021
My Insomnia Gossips About Me Behind My Back
To finish off our National Poetry Month celebration, I offer a more recent creation of mine. Thanks for reading! I made that girl, but is she grateful? No. True, [...]
9
Apr, 2021
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. [...]
5
Feb, 2021
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 [...]
22
Jan, 2021
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 [...]
16
Oct, 2020
Extra Bread
Written with my Thursday night writing group with the following prompts: extra bread, to this day, time and place, small injuries, new sense of dread, donut shop, marvelous, no more [...]
25
Sep, 2020
In Memory of Ruth Bader Ginsburg
I dedicate this week’s post to the memory of a great American hero, a supreme court justice, mother, grandmother, wife and beloved role model for women everywhere, Ruth Bader Ginsburg. [...]