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Children’s Book: Philip the Fly
Do you like children’s stories? Do you like children’s stories with unique illustrations? Do you like children’s stories with unique illustrations written by your’s truly? If you answered yes to any or all of the questions above, prepare for my first illustrated kid’s book dropping in January! I’m super stoked to get this published and Continue reading
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Blooming Thought from White Lotus
My husband and I have been glued to this season’s White Lotus. The scenery is devastatingly beautiful, the acting is sharp, and the tension is palatable. You already know this though. In episode 6, there’s an exchange between Porria and the hunky Essex hottie Jack (that detail isn’t relevant but I mean cmonnnn) that embodies Continue reading
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Tomorrow Is Not a Day I Dread- 2013
Tomorrow is not a day I dread. I wish for clearance in my brain. My head has more clarity than Baltic pearls. She talks. She imparts a wisdom words written only cheapen, but alone I know she steers an invisible ship towards white sandy beaches and peace among pastures, Green or placid. She was raised Continue reading
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A Bad Date – 2013
I pulled the blinds On you 8 years ago. You crept in through every Crack and crease in my mind. So I hung curtains, too. Finally I blacked you out, And I almost forgot out you. One of the cords got loose And you poked your way through Like a small string of sun. You Continue reading
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Suddenly, my friends- 2013
Suddenly, my friends Have become ephemeral As the flowers of late March. Our home was built On top of each other. The sex sounds that crept Through the cardboard walls Like little glimmers of light Are muted. We stand in different leaky Homes that keep us From bleeding into one another. I have never felt Continue reading
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Plant Cemetary
My husband drizzled fish fertilizer into our house plants as a harbinger for health. Like the tea I sip to restore my constitution, so we’d read the fish juice would bring verdant leaves and pillowy blossoms. As he entered our home, a plant cemetery awaited his gaze while grey November creaked outside. Fractured stems poked Continue reading
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My Daughters
Emotions sweep through me like a hot blast of wind. Sometimes I don’t feel worthy of my children’s touch. Their milky skin is as soft as Egyptian cotton. Their sweet smelling scalps still my mind. My children. Pieces of my body melded with my husband’s to bring forth these precious lives. How do I become Continue reading
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Ode to an Old Me
I miss my lungs feeling like charcoal in the morning because I stayed up until birds sang on my porch. I miss my Honda Accord station wagon with a cassette player in it. It was 2012. I miss poetry. I miss the dirt beneath my fingernails and it getting stuck. I miss drinking warm Carlo Continue reading
About Me
Hoosier. Mother. Wife. Writer. Capricorn. Friend. Human Being.
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