Poetry and Fiction

the woods

August 10, 2017

There’s a story in every image. Life suspended for a moment. Long enough to catch your breath.

Poems are Made by ‘Fools’ Like Him, My Dad, 95 Years Old

June 18, 2017

My dad is 95 Years Old. He will be 96 in December. I asked him recently if he’d ever thought of being a poet. I was surprised to hear his answer. My father was born in 1921 in Oklahoma. He referred to his family as dirt poor because they lived in one bedroom shacks with … Read more

In the Beginning

October 14, 2016

Poem originally published September 23, 2016 in Love and Ensuing Madness on Rat’s Ass Review Warning Graphic – 18+ Audience suggested. Play me, Tempt me, Pursue me Go ahead. Enjoy the fruits of your labor. I am here for your enjoyment. I won’t break. I’ll come when you call. I’ll jump at the chance. I’ll … Read more

Truth

October 12, 2016

I’m torn between a life of fast paced excitement and one of peaceful detachment. I’m torn between a life filled with luxurious amenities and one of simply less. I’m torn between …

Art

October 11, 2016

Art. Eat some. It nourishes the soul. It opens the mind. It calms the …

Space

October 11, 2016

Space. How much space do we have in our lives? Space for friendship. Space for family. Space for self. Space for …

Prey

October 7, 2016

Poem originally published September 23, 2016 in Love and Ensuing Madness on Rat’s Ass Review I walk into the club. I see you at the end of the bar. I move closer. You smile. Your eyes. Electric. And I know this is it so I continue.

A Costume Conundrum

October 1, 2016

Not a nurse, not a barmaid not a cavegirl, not a hooker

Published: Rat’s Ass Review

September 3, 2016

I am thrilled to announce that two of my poems have been published in Love and Madness, a collection on Rat’s Ass Review, an online poetry journal. Please take a look if you are so inclined. The poems “In the Beginning” and “Prey” both cover the broad topic of Love along with a little bit … Read more

Flesh & Blood

August 16, 2016

I was three years old when my parents first decided to become foster parents. By the time Joanne arrived at our house, I was used to the revolving door of youth. In fact, I became addicted to the anticipation of new arrivals. Joanne was the ninth or tenth. I’d lost count. My parents never had … Read more

Shhhh

August 9, 2016

Where do I start? What is the line I draw? Is this too far? Where is the big, green GO button? Why can’t I touch it? Why can’t I hear the roar of the crowd? Why can’t I see where to fall? Why can’t I feel the sand scraping my face? Can anyone hear me? … Read more

PMS

January 28, 2016

Listen. I feel like I’m quickly going crazy. Not slow crazy quick crazy. Fuck! The urgency to get into the bath is palpable. It’s the rain. The rain makes me this way.

Different

October 6, 2015

Discombobulated at a psychologist’s office. Quiet except the sound of the AC fan, copier, faint voices and a low playing, garbled radio. …

Fat

April 25, 2015

I also got into a bathing suit a few times this weekend. More fat. First time, a two piece. Second time, after more cheese, I decided to squeeze into my one piece. …

Women

March 27, 2015

I wonder sometimes how it must feel to be stupid, simple, non-questioning, sheep. I guess it would feel fine. Like Mayberry felt fine. …

Bring Me Some Water, I’m Drowning.

July 16, 2014

I love water. It calms me. I love everything to do with water. Baths, steam rooms, pools, lakes, rivers, oceans, Niagara Falls. I could sit in the bath for hours. A psychic once told me to shower, to get my head straight. Cleanse. Wash away other people’s energy. It stuck with me.

All Women Judge, It’s Our Nature

May 12, 2014

All women judge. Even when we try not to, we judge. It’s in our nature. To watch, to stare, to report, to one up, to measure. We judge.

Ode to a 6th Grader

April 28, 2014

He spaced. I yelled. He spaced. I stared. He spaced. I smiled. He spaced. I looked.

New York Model

April 27, 2014

It’s 5:30 PM by the time I make it home. I get caught by a neighbor on the way in. I live in a brownstone on the upper east side. It’s small, seven units, all owner occupied. I have a one bedroom with a loft – it’s tri-level, bedroom downstairs, living room, kitchen on the … Read more