What spider is this, Caught between two panes of glass? Why is it here, Where so many people pass? Asymmetrical, Legs colored like oranges. Disturbing, unnerving, still. What are those lumps on its appendages? What camera is this, Reflected in … Continue reading Privilege
Someone started a fire in my backyard. It wasn’t obvious at first. It smoldered out of sight among the roots. It burned away the flowers’ vitality. It left in its wake the brittle brown shadows of plants. It climbed slowly, … Continue reading Fire
Interstate road tripping. Air travel. National parks. Quarantine. My experiences and observations while traveling in 2020. Continue reading I’ve Traveled During COVID
I’m writing this at a very late hour and I need to be up ridiculously early tomorrow. Forgive me any ramblings, typos, or grammar mistakes. Short form seems to be the way to go for me right now, so I’ve … Continue reading Experiments in Writing – Flash Fiction
A lilac discarded in a stream. Abandoned, forgotten, like a dream. Too heavy to move, too fragile to last, This vibrant once-dream will fade into the past. One by one its petals will fall, be carried away To decay In … Continue reading Discarded
On my back I see the elite of the forest, a select scattering of eye-catching sun-dappled green on blue, supported beneath by dark, anonymous branches. I sit up and my view scrolls to see branches merge into trunks overshadowed by … Continue reading Metaphor
My plan over Labor Day weekend was to buckle down and use the three-day weekend’s predicted nice weather to build some shelves from scratch. They are desperately needed to house my husband’s growing miniature painting hobby. I’ve had the plans … Continue reading Labor Day Weekend
It’s raining outside. The clouds are low and gray, and it’s raining outside. The shades are up, and I stare at the window rather than my computer. I haven’t moved from my seat in hours. It’s raining outside, but I’d … Continue reading Struggle
As the evening’s protective cloud cover retreats over the horizon in the face of an approaching cold front marching resolutely forward, and as the rising sun’s first rays claw their way over a bluff to offer tender comfort to their … Continue reading Mirror
Today I return to poetry. This was an unintended poetry practice. I was shuffling through my horde of photos looking for one to use with the prose poetry I’ve been experimenting with lately and realized I had a lot of … Continue reading Forest Path
Staring Out A Window 