On this beautiful summer day, I present to you a haiku about what goes through my head every so often when doing my "grooming" routine... Ode to Eyebrows Uneven eyebrows, Are a total plucking pain. Beauty standards suck.
Another addition for Olde Poetry Monday, this one circa 2009. Please enjoy. I don't get why people tell me, "never change." If I stayed the same, my biggest dream would still be to sprout wings and fly away. It's cute when you're five, but I don't think they have a major for that in... Continue Reading →
(I wrote this poem a few years back for an unfinished fantasy story that will likely never see the light of day. It's about a woman who eventually became a queen,widely revered for her beauty and feared for her skill with an ax and her prickly attitude. I actually like how it came out, so... Continue Reading →
Parking garages should not be so full this early. The clock says "7:11." And the paper said be here by "8." I knew I should have stopped at Starbucks. Though the world's strongest latte could not prepare me for this. No phone, no computer, no internet, no outside contact. Just a room, 200 strangers, and... Continue Reading →
(And here, on Old Poetry Monday, a selection from 2012...) But it doesn’t end. Nothing ever ends. Those who plummet over the edge of darkness do not hit the bottom. No false saviors can catch them with their parables and psalms. They fall forever. And for those of us who do not know what... Continue Reading →