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A Desk Area Self Portrait or Dear Marie Kondo, I Can Justify (Almost) Every One 

Today marks the first day of National Poetry Month and I’m challenging myself to write a poem every day. After perusing a multitude of prompts that just didn’t speak to me, I decided to look around myself for inspiration. From … Continue reading

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Once Upon A Bookmobile 

Besides being April Fools’ Day, tomorrow also marks the beginning of NPM- National Poetry Month. And while poetry may not be everyone’s preferred genre of literature, it is one of my favorites. Ever since I discovered Edna St. Vincent Millay … Continue reading

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Preface- I ordered myself an early birthday present and it arrived today! I’m turning the big 60 in one month, yet how can that be when I still feel 15? All amazement and horror aside, I received an advertisement for … Continue reading

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That Girl

This is me, filing an informal complaint with the Department of No One Cares, about the fact that 3:15 AM is now the new norm for the non-arrival of my muse. There’s no “obvious” reason I should awaken at this … Continue reading

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Stranger, What Do You See?

Day 21 of National Poetry Month.  

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Moonlight Shadows  

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Sunday Photo Diary

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Mid Night Discourse

She doesn’t listen. She’s impudent that way, my muse. Coming and going as she pleases seemingly without a thought of the repercussions for me. So familiar. Is she me or I her? A question for the ages, the slowly aging … Continue reading

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A zephyr billowed faded gray curtains as dust motes danced with the sunlight in the haphazard room. The unmade bed of little concern as her thigh twitched uncontrollably her young heart pressing against the wall of her chest sure she … Continue reading

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Early Morning Walk

   The street is silent as Spring sneaks ever so quietly in, half of the world still sleeping. Pillowy gray clouds hang like winter’s afghan of comfort, ready to be peeled off slowly, in measured stages. A barred owl hoots … Continue reading

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