A Poem by Sharon Olds

This poem by Sharon Olds comes from her amazing book, Satan Says. Let me know what you think.  It’s probably one of my favorite poems out there; I’ll never forget…

Found Myself Today Singing

Well it’s been awhile since I’ve written just a post on what’s up with me lately.  Maybe because what’s up is confusing and yet somehow dull to me.  A couple…

Two Writing Prompts

Writing prompts/Writer’s Challenge from the online lit mag The Write Place at the Write Time Prompt 1: An anniversary can be a time of celebrations or a time of solemn…

Falling Out and In

My relationship with my mother is a book in itself.  This is not a post about her or me but rather about the deep waters we get ourselves into in…

Red Cape

When I was five I used to jump from the top of the stairs to the landing with a red cape, believing if I kept trying I’d fly I’d be…

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Fragile Things

At some point everything becomes clear. That doesn’t necessarily mean a good clear, but fact is preferred over fiction when you’re locked up in a mental ward. Again. And it’s…

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Mama, It Was Too Late

My Mother Turns Fifty (published in Third Wednesdsay Poetry Journal) It is a sunny afternoon, the light coming in yellow through her curtains that cut through the smoke. Cat Stevens…