The Elements of Loss

I don’t hear you say my name as you ask why it is I let no one love me. I feel something stir and I laugh. This is my way. There’s no room for clumsy. Take me or leave me, I say I’ll give you one chance when I know I won’t give you any. […]

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A Poem by Sharon Olds

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 it. TIME TRAVEL I have learned to go back and walk around and find the windows and doors.  Outside it is hot, the pines are […]

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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 of great things are happening–I’m seeing a new psychologist who leaves around the bend across the lake and I think she’s…brilliant.  Fucking brilliant.  The first […]

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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 reflection.  Write a story in no more than five hundred words that describes your protagonist‘s feelings about the event being remembered and how it affected […]

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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 a desperate search for love.  All of us–my two sister, me, and my mother–desperate for love.  We fail to remember we can receive it from […]

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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 Super-girl saving the world from damage. Many afternoons, my bare feet thudded the catchy carpet as smoke rose up the stairs with the patience of […]

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Fragile Things

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 snowing out–and worse–it’s New Year’s Eve and you’re thirtieth birthday is coming and you’re little girl must be looking for you. It’s all you can […]

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Mama, It Was Too Late

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 feels like water inside my soul and then she switches it to Bread and hands me a dust rag. I dance across the green and […]

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Small Parts (2)(excerpts from a work-in-progress)

And when you can’t run anymore, you run inside, stride for stride, etching scars across your psyche like ice-skating.

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The Nothing Caper

It came in the night. We were all sleeping in the house and I woke to it lifting my sheets; it made my nightgown bleed. My doll saw it all so I ripped out her eyes the next morning before breakfast. Then it started coming in my dreams, and I thought there was a monster […]

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