Today, I am celebrating making a deep dent in the depths of papers stacked around my office, and hiding in the desk drawers. 🥳🎆🎉 At the start of this month, I gave myself the tiny goal of throwing away ten pieces of paper a day. That could be anything: receipts, ticket stubs, old mail, anything.Continue reading “Depth of Mess from a New Perspective”
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This Year’s Theme: Depth
Depth is both a concrete noun—something we can measure like the depth of the lake from the surface to the bottom—and an abstract noun—something we can’t measure like the quality of being profound. Depth takes time and distance. Depth isn’t forced or rushed. Depth is quiet and still, heavy with pressure and bio-electric. So I’mContinue reading “This Year’s Theme: Depth”
I’m Thankful for Some Fun
The new issue of Gold Man Review is now available, and includes my poem “Taste of Temptation.” I really love the cover. That shark fin makes me so happy. Yesterday, at my parents’ house after attending a family friend’s memorial, I glanced through a bookshelf in my childhood bedroom that my parents keep insisting wasContinue reading “I’m Thankful for Some Fun”
Find the Joy in Grief and the Hope in Despair
I thought I was exhausted from Writober, but it turned out I just needed the election to be over, or perhaps both. I unplugged yesterday, and didn’t peek at the results until kitty was curled up next to me, I had delicious baked plums to fill my empty belly, and cocoa-coffee to wash it down.Continue reading “Find the Joy in Grief and the Hope in Despair”
November Expectations
Writober Recap This Writober was a huge success. Thank you everyone who participated, linking up their images, poems, and stories. Your work was intriguing, thought provoking, entertaining, and fun. And you kept me inspired to keep working every day. Congratulations to Circe of Baldacchino di Perla, ladyleemanila, Carol anne at Therapy Bits, and A.M. MoscosoContinue reading “November Expectations”
The Writober Finale
These are my responses to the final Writober prompt post Fear of Death. OctPoWriMo Living With Fear of Death Color of the distant object deceivesThe slice of cloud dismembered from the skybecomes filthy while falling and floating byThe dead end road ends abruptlyI can’t taste the poison but it’s thereI will never hear his voiceContinue reading “The Writober Finale”
Cruel Acts
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Acts of God. OctPoWriMo When They Blame God I can’t imagine how peopleblamed the city, everyone inthe city for being hit by a hurricane, but they did.So many said we deserved itfor our beliefs and our actions.Some said that God was punishing usbut aren’tContinue reading “Cruel Acts”
Predator Attack
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Predators. OctPoWriMo Predation I am the field mouse runningthrough the tall grass underthe sliver moon’s pencil lightEach push or pull changingpressure above me is a hungry winged monsterI zig-zag. I serpentine.So many eyes like search-lightscriss-cross this prairieHere it comes, the swoopI’m frozen, overwhelmedby smellsContinue reading “Predator Attack”
The Path to Extinction
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Extinction. OctPoWriMo The Doomsday Clock at Midnight We are starlightOnce seen, we are already dying We are leavesmost colorful when falling We are echoeswhen heard, long since said Writober Flash Fiction The Power of Words Melinda curled into her knees, shivering on the floorContinue reading “The Path to Extinction”
Losing Sense
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Loss of a Sense. OctPoWriMo Fear of Losing My Senses If I couldn’t hear his purrsmorning cuddles would be likemushy-mashed-peas-with-body- odor after three days If I couldn’t feel his soft furmorning cuddles would be likecar-horns-blaring-bitter-neon-green motor-oil If I couldn’t see his green eyes andContinue reading “Losing Sense”
Experience Writing 