Written with the prompts: you know how we are, working on a list of things to do, no gray only black or white, what?, doors with round corners, rusty knife under the pillow, felt blue, what is your heart doing, worry a lot less every day, remembering/forgetting, it looked impossible, Mom smiled down at me, … Continue reading You Know How We Are
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: waffles at the Lucky Café, sure you’re ready for this, a little bit of sun, I’ve never had any goals, it doesn’t matter, I want my God scrambled, no ham, three daisies, counterintuitive, do you smell that, eyes silent, for fourteen days, dawdled, if I could see, … Continue reading Waffles at the Lucky Cafe
A special poem for Valentine's Day! Love is an avocadoshaped like the human heart,and the human heartis a pumpthat sends the blood reelingin ways gravity alonecannot do.But the human heart is also a metaphorfor the depth of human emotion andfor something more that cannot beexpressed directlyand so we callon this poor overworkedhuman organand on avocadosto … Continue reading Love is an Avocado
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. I was so grateful to find it! Writing this was an experiment for me, as I was attempting a Japanese form called Haibun, which combines … Continue reading Blue
This is a reprint of one of my most popular stories, a fun little mystery for October. Enjoy! Memorie is in a cozy pace, propped up with pillows and notebook, herbal tea and the most affectionate of her three cats at her right hip on the sofa next to her. She has arrived at this … Continue reading Memorie and the Coyote
