Come on in to South Street
There’s a world in which I lived. Want to come inside? Gather up your coat and drop it on the floor, shed your shoes and socks while you’re at it. …
Tag: female writer
Vision for the Future
My vision for the future holds a stage I walk upon. It has a crowd that I am part of and one I stand beyond. It has a zippy white…
A tribute to Untamed
She wants to be a unicorn She wants to fly the sky She wants to have a million bucks And never have to tell us why. She wants to be…
To my Mother on Mother’s Day
I’ve chosen over the years to live in many places, claiming my identity again and again. Ever in search mode, I’ve looked for comfort, for love, and most all —…
Anger tells us when a boundary’s been crossed or an injustice suffered
I’m on my third cup of coffee this morning with a candle burning and the soundscapes of birds in my ears. My journal’s pages are smudged with the frantic inking…
I put lipstick on to write
and as soon as I sank into my chair I caught sight of my mouth in the mirror. The red didn’t have any business being there and as I opened…
Take me to Arizona
I do not know the desert, yet the stories of rock, hot sand, and cacti burn in my mind. I’ve seen swiping photos of the majesty that arises early morning…
What I learned by age 10
When my knees were small and knobby and the trees all called my name, dirt smudged my cheeks and I’d linger in the rain, I was told “just be quiet”…
The Day Between 