June 8, 2018

Playing with words, associations, no particular purpose other than saving my own soul through exploring creative thought…. In the middle of the world, there is a cracked core of trust, glowing yellow-blue-red as it rotates and fumbles, healing itself, restoring the power that feeds the roots of everything, germinating seeds for all that is to…

May 28, 2018

I don’t know what this is, what form, what the meaning is.  I just wrote it.  It began as “I see you staring up….” and I couldn’t get the line out of my head for two days. This is what it became. I’m just going to leave it as is. I saw you staring up…

May 24, 2018

…spent the day reading through and organizing stacks of old writing – again – closer and closer to a foundation for the play that seems to be taking forever to wrap my head around. …all I know is that I’m writing a play about a woman named Theresa…and I’m not ready to share, but I…

May 22, 2018

…doing other things…joined the gym…working on my apartment, some art…writing daily even if it is just a simple piece. …been thinking about my hubby who, before he died, said some incredibly beautiful things to me, intimate and soulful things about trust, the trust he knew would help him go on his journey knowing he had…

May 20, 2018

Just something I was thinking about…… everyone talking about a girl getting married betting a failure will occur a mistake in the making an unrelatable event what about love what about the language of hearts kindred and wild like stars pulling toward each other in a sky midnight blue each of them longing to be…

May 18, 2018

Playing with different forms of poetry.  Repetition. Rhythm. It’s a simple question. Direct. No wiggle room. Are you telling the truth? I think the question but don’t ask it. The words roll around my head like marbles in a vintage off-kilter pinball machine.  There’s that dead thunk sound of one ball smacking into the other…

May 12, 2018

We (I have a writing companion…a comrade…someone who so graciously keeps me paying attention) are investigating prose poetry as both of us continue to work on our other projects.  I usually post on Instagram daily but only on the blog every other day – depends on everything else.  This is a reworked version of a…