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There is never a creature so lithe and limber as a woman who arches her back under the needs of the world. Women are at the ready. Necks bent in submission to the demands, the suggestions, the tiny, tinny desires … Continue reading →

The muse is awake. She vomited up a poem and left it dangling out there in the world in all of its rawness and she says there is more coming. She is raging in there. Stretching the sinews and sweetbreads … Continue reading →

I learned a very valuable lesson not so long ago. I used to go through life pretty naively when it came to who I allowed in my space. I gave most everyone a fair chance and mostly took people at … Continue reading →

“…and all the while I was one busted rubber away from being the Queen of someone’s double-wide trailer with 3 screaming kids, no future and no hope.” “What made you wake up?” “I looked in the mirror one day when … Continue reading →

There comes a time when there is nothing more to say, when the days of waiting by the window for the flaming-haired muse to come traipsing up the dirt path to your home are too long, too sad, and too … Continue reading →

When the amendment  allowing Gay Marriage in California first passed, I waited for the collective sigh of relief that was sure to come from the LGBTQ community. It mostly did come, but not without a few hiccups. It took exactly five … Continue reading →

Awake Before Dawn Hot tea, Internet, NPR Me and my world, a secret date ending when the rest of them wake up.

I was flipping channels the other night and happened to land on TLC – The Learning Channel. There was a show on called “The Little Couple” which featured the daily lives of two Little People. Not “little people” as in … Continue reading →

People like having blogs. Vanity blogs. I like having this one even if nobody reads it. It’s like fishing, throwing your pole out and thinking that something might bite and that even if it doesn’t, you got to sit in … Continue reading →

The veil was thin on Halloween but it has now turned into a heavy, woolen shroud for November. It’s a bit itchy as well. Wrapped around shoulders and pulled tight against the wind, it is made of secrets and dreams … Continue reading →