The muse is no more. What on earth will I write about? Continue reading
My Muse has gifted me and I now must obey the whims of Hathor. Continue reading
I still have shingles. The cats have stuck close to provide their therapeutic best. You do know cats are natural healers, right? They purr at frequencies known to heal their own and each other’s bones, skin and soft tissue. They soothe and heal themselves by purring after stressful experiences. They can do the same for … Continue reading
This is a creative visualization of how I would want my beloved to treat me while I’m recuperating. Continue reading
What do you mean, “no sex?????” Continue reading
This is a creative visualization exercise to direct my focus in finding what I want. Continue reading
The neighborhood is magical this time of year. Dogwoods, azaleas, and knockout roses are adding splashes of color to an otherwise green world. The photos are from my own yard. I love walking Molly and seeing what’s new… for the most part. Faeries jump, prance, and singon flowering shrubs to welcome spring.Trees sparkle with pixie … Continue reading
This is for you. You know who you are. The Law of Conservation of Mass Air is matter. And it mattered when you and I lay together that your hot breath shocked my nerve endings and your soft lips rendered me defenseless as you took me to that sacred space and sacrificed me to the … Continue reading
This is the first poem I’ve written in awhile. I was thinking about how I’d like to meet a guy to just have some fun with and how impossible a task that seems in the area where I live in this Age of Trump. I know. I said I’d give up. But the heart knows … Continue reading
Not exactly holiday-related, but this poem came to me after watching a group meet in a nearby conference room. . The Meeting in Conference Room 12-A “Get the door please, Mabel.” As she maneuvers the maze of swivel chairs to the conference room door, suits talk work, kids, and sports. The meeting begins. … Continue reading
