Afties on Aldrich
This is a separate world. Lust and Lady Gaga, gays and theys. “We’re FOX News’ worst nightmare!” Someone shouts with a thrill.
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“I am not afraid to be seen trying.”
So much of finding my way in writing, in work, in relationships, has been to try something and see if it works. Many times, it doesn’t.
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Google Searches We Never Asked For
We are talking about image About loss About 30 quick tips for patriarchy smashing About Eight ways to keep your cool this holiday season How To lose a life in 10 posts To lose a life in…
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Fleetwood’s Golden Shovel
“and the songbirds keep singing, like they know the score/and I love you, I love you, I love you, like never before” – Fleetwood Mac, Songbird – You were carrying groceries and Asking about a news story…
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poetry: the drive home
the drive home highway 19 changed its speed limit last month and finally caught up with the rest of the county. you always did 65 anyway, so it hardly matters. the big steer thirty feet above the…
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poetry: 2 weeks notice
This poem is pretty self-explanatory and was written during a time last fall where I felt trapped and couldn’t write (or think) about anything else. One of the craft tendencies I have in my work is to…
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poetry: sunday
Lines scribbled on a Sunday and reformed into Monday’s poem for class. sunday bring your to-go cups and farmers market flowers. the cold wine from the sink. give remembrance to your 2am songs, your light beer cheers…
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New Year, More Writing!
It’s been a while. I haven’t felt like anything I have to say has crystallized and I’ve been so busy in the “growing” phase of life that I felt like I couldn’t speak to it yet. Everything…
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Monday Mornings + Mary Oliver
Musings from this spring. Sage and peonies, Monday mornings are yours. The bakery doors locked, the Insta-mommies running errands and too busy to post. An alarm that finally doesn’t need setting. You trim flowers in the sink…
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5:47 in North Beach
The semester has begun, and I’m already in love with my Groundings in Creative Nonfiction class. The reading list is a marvel within itself. A class of incredible writers to surround myself with doesn’t hurt, either. Our…
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