From time to time, I like to share writings from others, especially something that’s timely or something I couldn’t say in the way another might say it. I appreciate when people write with...
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Today I’m sharing a poem from my upcoming Poetry Book. As soon as everything is confirmed by Balboa Press, I’ll let you know the title of the book and the publication date....
Slowly, she turned her head
nothing there that she could see
only stillness and a lovely feeling.
“Hello Nothing, and what have you
come to tell me today,” the woman said.
“How...
How does a book get published? What are the steps? How does it work? Who is publishing this book and when will it be available?
I’m new at this! I’m learning, too. But here’s what...
As of a few minutes ago, I turned in the full manuscript and accompanying photos for my very first book! It’s a book of 100 word pieces that turned into poetry during the past week. I’m...
Rains come, pounding rooftops, saturating every
inch of soil down to the deep. Water creeps
under floorboards, pours past garage
doors, gushes into low-lying collection basins.
Bridges connecting...
Words come in the morning, rising and ready before the sun. Yawning, I cooperate, streaming my way to the first glass of water, the coffee pot, the writing place.
Because.
Already I can hear the pitcher...
What if nothing and nobody is wrong.
Ever.
To consider the impact of a broad stroke, begin with the small brush. Consider the fly speck on the otherwise clean window, say. Graduate to the unkempt office....
She thought she’d handled her move from house to house fairly well, thank you, all things considered.
But today, no.
Human-leaving-the-house-behind-where-they’d-lived-and-loved met up with...
Wisdom calls gently to learn in slow motion. Walk wide awake through things you’d rather not feel, find self-compassion, notice beliefs you’ve accumulated, realize what’s actually...
Remember when you were 16 and you believed your physical appearance needed improvement?
Later at 30 or 40, same thing. Something about you was below par. Unperfect. Not acceptable.
You’re older...
The morning teacher seemed friendly enough.
She mostly dished kindness, but here and there, something spat sideways from her beautiful offering bowl. A dollop of derision, for instance, placed...
There I was all by myself, minding my own business, when Morning Glory climbed onto the porch, reaching out in five or six directions, dropping conversational color everywhere.
What a miracle to be...
The watercolor painting of a ballet dancer slid elegantly down the wall one night while I was sleeping, offering a poignant point the next morning: “Are your feet dancing, honey, through this...
Moving to a new household — so many choices.
Where does the heavy cooking pot go, or shall I give it wings? What about this perfect stack of porcelain, this whisk of all whisks? Where exactly...
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