I can't rant today, I feel too much to poet. My nieces and nephews are on my mind. But what I can do is let my art speak for me. As my voice, I offer an excerpt from my 2012 National Novel Writing Month novella, The Black Parade. It's sequel, The American Manifesto, was completed … Continue reading Smells Like Sulfur
I was four years old, standing onstage with my dance mates at the Fort Hood Family Recreation Center, wearing a white frilly top with red satin inlay and matching red velour skirt. White opaque tights and shiny patent leather Mary Janes completed my outfit. My hair, curls freshly unfurled from pink sponge curlers, served as … Continue reading Broadcasting the Divine Feminine in Sarasota
Last night can't be undone. Magic happened to this scraping-by artist. Months of anxious planning and preparation, interrupted by life and health events, and here it was: my poetry exhibit. Performed beautifully by goddesses of their own caliber, embodying influential archetypes much needed in this post-election week. We gathered to share, we're not scared. When … Continue reading Empowered By The Goddesses
NOTE: EVENT WAS CANCELED DUE TO TROPICAL STORM COLIN DAMAGE. THANKS ALWAYS FOR YOUR SUPPORT! 1st gig since the back-to-back hospital stays. Admittedly a bit nervous, but the Bull in me says, 'uh uh sister, time to get back on that saddle!' So join me and my friends in merry Gulfport!
Inside this anthology you'll find yours truly in both prose and poem form! The story I submitted is from the perspective of a social predator locked in a holding facility, terrifying residents and staff alike. Oh and the evil person happens to be female 😉 There's three poems dedicated to women in the throes of … Continue reading Just In Time For Halloween
My mind is so bored. I wish to be inspired. Help me! I'm having a hard time working through contemporary fiction novels as of late. Once the story gets going, I feel less involved and more talked down. Once the story reaches it's epoch, I feel a, 'yeah, so?' instead of an investment. Endings leave … Continue reading Instead of “Why Me?” Can We Do “What If?”
What an accomplishment! Three miles on the treadmill and a half mile in the pool! I bike eight miles to Five Guys for my double cheeseburger reward. The mass of moo-ey goodness is sweating liquid fat and spices, cheese, dripping off the sides with a come-hither shine, the grilled 'shrooms and onions resting like Tiffany … Continue reading Timed Writing Prompt: “There’s A Shirtlessness To This Guy…”
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