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...


No one runs toward bravery, do they? I think we just put one foot in front of the other and one day someone tells us they think what we've done is brave...


Sometimes, when a writing prompt hangs me up, I turn to word definitions, as I did with this preposition...

Age Gap

This short prose piece generated from a prompt to write about an age gap. The first thing that came to my mind was the gap between the age I feel and the age I am.

Women Alone

Being at home a lot now, during the pandemic, has made me aware of things I wasn't before. This brief prose-poem explores that idea.


Often, we use the term "settle" to convey accepting less than one deserves. In this poem, that meaning evolves into something else.

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