Tag: Poetry

  • 2022-08-14 Denver Road Trip Day 4: Meeeeoooow Wolf

    2022-08-14 Denver Road Trip Day 4: Meeeeoooow Wolf

    This feels like the good ole days right? Writing blog posts every day regardless of how boring or repetitive they are. Today’s topic is no surprise. Day 4 of my little road trip. Not to be mistaken with my BIG road trip which starts in one short week. I’m not joking. If I did something […]

  • 2022-06-28 A Day In The Life

    2022-06-28 A Day In The Life

    Today’s experiment, after waking up at 4 AM and only four hours of sleep (I was revising poems till midnight), is data mining a “day in the life.” It’s a little research project I dreamed up after having not just one or two run-ins with my errant brain and its memory flaws, but a whole string of seemingly unconnected instances.

  • 2022-06-04 #1000WordsOfSummer Day 1: Today is a Good Day to Start ✍️

    2022-06-04 #1000WordsOfSummer Day 1: Today is a Good Day to Start ✍️

    Today is the first day of my two-week writing challenge, and as it is with all new projects, I’m enthusiastic and positive. I love to start new projects. I’ve always been a starter. Starting new things is exciting and fun. So much so, that for many years of my life that title phrase, “Today is […]

  • 2022-03-13 So Much Next Level Going On

    2022-03-13 So Much Next Level Going On

    It’s been another hot minute, you know I know. But I’ve been attending to other duties as assigned and this week it was all about hanging out with the founder and managing editor of Red Hen Press and the LA Review. It was/is a big deal and personally a fantastic experience.  What an opportunity to […]

  • 2022-03-05 Questions without Answers: Part 2

    2022-03-05 Questions without Answers: Part 2

    Yesterday I was winding my way around the question about why I can’t seem to enjoy life more. Why I put so much pressure on myself for stuff and why I continue to be down about the state of things.  But therein lies the problem. The questions are themselves nebulous. It’s about mood and stress […]

  • 2022-03-04 Questions without Answers

    2022-03-04 Questions without Answers

    First things first.. in the exactly one week I’ll be doing my first (and possibly last) ever in-person public reading AND it’s crazy to have been invited by THE KATE GALE, founder and editor of the Los Angeles Review and Red Hen press. It’s the launch/tour for her latest book, The Loneliest Girl, and her […]

  • 2022-02-16 The Newest New Shiny

    2022-02-16 The Newest New Shiny

    It seems like I get the most satisfaction when I’m working on a new project that I’m excited about. I get distracted by a new shiny and somehow that becomes my whole goal in life. I forget what was important yesterday… and pour my heart into what’s new.  I think that’s only human.  Working on […]

  • 2022-01-20 Waiting.. and More Waiting + Thinking About Death

    2022-01-20 Waiting.. and More Waiting + Thinking About Death

    A week ago my uncle was taken by ambulance to a hospital in CB. Same day he was transferred to a hospital in Omaha and prepped for surgery for a subdural hematoma—bleeding around his brain.  Now it’s a week later and he’s awake but has been unresponsive. Still intubated, as I understand it and my […]

  • 2021-12-22 It’s a Numbers Nerding Kind of Day

    2021-12-22 It’s a Numbers Nerding Kind of Day

    Yesterday I let myself become immersed in a total left-brain organizational task. It was very satisfying. I did some folder/file shuffling and a little accounting with a focus on the poems I’ve published to date.  I’m in a numbers kind of mood. I guess that’s what I do when I fail to write. I’ve been […]

  • 2021-11-22 Today the Completely Organic Miss SugarCookie asks the Relentless and Unforgiving Question: What Am I Doing With My Life?

    2021-11-22 Today the Completely Organic Miss SugarCookie asks the Relentless and Unforgiving Question: What Am I Doing With My Life?

    I had one job today and I failed. And no matter what I do now, no matter what happens for the rest of this day or the next or the rest of the time I live in this house.. every time I see the result of that mistake I’ll be reminded. It’s such a trivial […]