Day 4 of NPM. Happy happy. This piece was written by me. One of my personal favorites: The Passage of Time we've run out of conversation, we've nothing left to say. we cannot abide by talk of the children, who now wrangle children of their own, expecting us to play with and to give back, …
National Poetry Month: Poèmes #2&3
Happy NPM. Because I missed Sunday, here's a piece for Sunday, written by me: Learning, Gratitude (Hindsight) To you. The heart should never be so revealed, so unaware of where the results will land. No more waiting when the answers are usually quite clearly there. No matter if you were moved. Time to move on. …
National Poetry Month: Poème #1
It's National Poetry Month, y'all. I'll commemorate by posting a poem a day. Some will be my own work, some classics. In any case, poetry will be had. Here's the first piece: "A poem is a spider web Spun with words of wonder, Woven lace held in place By whispers made of thunder." …
Blogvember #24 and #25: Thursday and Friday.
#24: It was lovely being off work on Thursday. This is what I did, rather than blog. Sorry. Well, not really. ***************************** #25: Since it's Black Friday, here's a poem I wrote a few years ago, entitled, naturally, Black Friday. and so she believed the hype. she tipped her head toward the heavens and waited …
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Blogvember #22: Choices.(Mission Possible)
This was the photo I used for the back of my recent work of fiction, The Loftiest Thing. I love this photo. For one thing, the trees in the background absolutely fit the title's theme, which was also one of the stories in the book. Secondly, I think my photographer (who also happens to be …
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Blogvember #18: About your Author. (Friday Taunts)
Been a while since you resurrected this feature, huh? Well, I wanted to give you a break since you’re always so pleased when we do it. By now, though: don’t your readers enough about you? Nah, we haven’t even touched the tip of that iceberg. Fine, fine. What’s going on with you? Are you eating …
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Blogvember #17: Throwback Poemday.
I wrote this a few years ago. Happy TBP. ****************************** From Damascus to Emmaus I'm waiting you out. I'll be here in Damascus, waiting for the scales to fall from your eyes. You're making it hard on yourself, honey, determined to wear these blinders, determined to ignore what we and the world know: I am …
the writer.
Simply put: the works that I produce need to thrive and be shared. We write for ourselves first, yes, but an audience is intrinsic. My family and friends have long supported my writing. And that was enough for me for a long time. It's a big world. If 10 people I know and love like …
“…wings of her own.”
I wrote this poem seven years ago. Bon Throwback Thursday. Mrs. Birdman  When he finally lands, the odds are that she’ll be waiting for him by the riverside. He’ll tell marvelous tales of the sweet air up there, of racing with skylarks and ravens, that near-miss with the eagle… She’ll tell him that Billy …
The Choice.
I haven't shared fiction with you in a while, have I? Here's one you'll likely find in my third collection of short fiction. Yes, another book is coming. Call it a spoiler. Share your thoughts about it in the comments, won't you? Enjoy your Friday and have a bon weekend. *********************************************************************** The Choice The envelope sat …
This Square Peg. 