Words matter. Please do not misuse the feminist lexicon.
Fever Dream
Outside my window
raindrops softly pat
a deluge of tears
unquestioning sadness
from an unapologetic sky
Flying the Flag for Dad
Patriotism is as complicated as ever
5 Ways to Handle Life’s Sucker Punches
How to figure out what brand of shit you’re dealing with
Of Pipe Dreams and Shoulders
She told me the worst news
After all I’ve learned
and all I’ve heard
and all I’ve lived
I had no idea what to say
what to do
5 New Ideas That Have Eased My Pain
Pandemic lessons from a chronic pain sufferer
I Slammed the Front Door
About finally walking away
Not Alone
The sun shines silently
from far away
lighting up diamonds
across the bay
It reminds me
I am not alone
And Just Like That He Died Again
How the death of my father-in-law triggered old trauma
Ungratefully Yours
Coming to gratitude kicking and screaming
3 Things I Don’t Want to Say About Vaccination
How your decision not to vaccinate affects me
Last Day
So many last days
that I could not see coming
They haunt me
I would have loved to pause and savor those days
What Makes Life Beautiful
I was afraid the night of the storm
I hate wind
the branches moving against my window
But in the morning
all was calm
leaves in rearranged piles
resting silently
a delicate display
Terrible Audience
I love my friends and my family. They have awesome taste and are interesting people. But you know what? They are a terrible audience for me. Truly crap. To a great extent, they do not read my work at all, and those that do have little or nothing outside of “good job” to say about it.
Moonstruck
Moon Moon pizza pie
arc a trail across the sky
Clearing the Path
I thought it was all about self-examination. I was right and I was wrong.
Sick
As I lie aching in my bed
Popping pills to relieve my head
Those throbs I seek to quell
First chill, then sweat, then blankets off
Kept awake by a nagging cough
Hoping I’ll soon be well.
Dreaming to Take My Leave
A sea shanty
A Letter From My Future Self, Knowing It All Worked Out
Dear Angie,
I wanted to write to tell you that the kids are alright. Those hurdles that you watched them trip over hundreds of times? Those injuries they incurred that you thought they could never come back from? They did. You helped them but mostly they did it on their own.
My Legacy Creaks in the Rafters
What will be left
of this old house
when I am gone?