Notes From Juarez

I'm typing In Real Time on April 17, 2017 at 1:34pm Central Standard Time. Today's process is to take this large white box of office-related items I hadn't unpacked since the Treehouse and unload everything where it needs to be. I found one of my many composition notebooks, a work I started back in Texas … Continue reading Notes From Juarez

The Monday After

I took the flower bouquets I received Friday night and consolidated them into one mongo bouquet on the kitchen island. The vase it rests in is the same one from the exhibit, a gift from lady Brigid, the Bringer of Light. I wanted to depict onstage a woman's womb and its power to birth beauty, … Continue reading The Monday After

My Upcoming Gig

Be proud of me. This is my 1st event flyer of 2016, and it's August. This represents a huge sigh of relief. A difficult start I had this year, but I'm proud I was able to recover within the 12 months. It's the Ishtar in me, I suppose. Can't keep a woman down too long! … Continue reading My Upcoming Gig

Friends In Warm Places

Even into the darker blue, the Gulf waters felt too hot. Surely there's a cold spot somewhere, I thought. I wanted to swim out further to find that magic place, but I needed a spotter. I came with three of my favorite fellas, but they were gathered around our table for the day, too far … Continue reading Friends In Warm Places

The Freedom to Write

I have a writer's callous. Very few people in the 21st century maintain a writer's callous, the telltale indentation on your dominant hand where you normally rest a pen.  Composition after composition, frustrated hand and head viciously working together against time, all the answers having to come out of your tired phalanges. And yet, even … Continue reading The Freedom to Write

See Me Wednesday

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!

Feeling Poetish

These last two months had me scouring for sample poems to provide for review. I haven’t published any poetry outside of horror, so it’d be interesting what comes of this master poet’s opinion. If he finds me talented, I should go ahead and toss up some poems, I mean, this is my thang, this is … Continue reading Feeling Poetish

Two Plates Two Bowls Two Glasses

Today the lake water has taken on a pumice hue. Ripples close in like busy worker ants towards the inlet, dumping froth along the coastline. Bitter, the air, the overnight drop in temperature simultaneously welcome and abhored. This morning instead of sipping a cup of coffee I puff on my glass bowl. There's much work … Continue reading Two Plates Two Bowls Two Glasses

Operation: Falcon Crest

Three yellow butterflies fluttered before me, playfully twisting in the warm morning gust accentuating this morning's walk. Sweat curtained my face way before hitting the mile marker; what is this?? This time last year, a decent chill to temper the swamp, but in 2015, I still have boob sweat! Walk is over and it's time … Continue reading Operation: Falcon Crest

FOMO on NaNo

The distinct smell of National Novel Writing Month is in the air, wafting curls of pumpkin spice-flavored coffee, donuts, and fear dancing in the four winds. All of November, local coffee shops morph into coliseums, where literary warriors compete against the clock and indirectly with each other.  It is a feat of near mythical challenge: … Continue reading FOMO on NaNo