A weird little vignette practicing voice, scene, and dialogue...
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Goddesses
I'm always astonished at how several threads often braid together in life. In this case, reading Joseph Campbell's "Goddesses", plus a couple of conversations that didn't seem connected at the time have me thinking about where I "fit"...
Addiction
You don't always (ever?) know what you're getting with the person you fall in love with...
Home as kitchen utensil
This poem came from prompt to compare two random things...
Space
Prompted to write about noticing something beautiful, this is the first thing that came to my mind...
I should have lit the candles
If there's one thing I've learned in life and yet never seem to really learn, it's that you should always light the candles...
Lucky Charms
An excerpt from Amanda Gordon's poem, "The Hill We Climb" got mixed in my head with Sarah Everard's murder, which reminded of Ardeth Wood close to home, and then this poem came...
Quantity
What do you worry about? All the things I worry about are quantities...
Thread
A poem about my complex relationship with "home"...
Kenny
As a kid, I had a close friend whose family moved away and suddenly one day he was just gone. For some reason, the memory of losing him has always been tied up with this other one...
Traces
Five random musings inspired by this quotation from Renato Rosaldo: "The material of poetry is not so much the event as the traces it leaves.”
Frank Mills
When I was a young girl, I had a huge crush on the pianist, Frank Mills...
