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Dog Poems, by David Sedaris

Rags, the Shatwells’ Irish setter, Doubles as a paper shredder. His lunch was bills and last year’s taxes Followed by a dozen faxes. Kimmy, once considered ruthless, Lies in her basket, bald and toothless. Her youth’s long spent, so now she passes All her time releasing gases. Petunia May they say was struck Chasing down… Read More ›

Summer Storm

We stood on the rented patio While the party went on inside. You knew the groom from college. I was a friend of the bride. We hugged the brownstone wall behind us To keep our dress clothes dry And watched the sudden summer storm Floodlit against the sky. The rain was like a waterfall Of… Read More ›

The Sun Never Says, by Hafiz

Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, “You owe me.” Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.

I don’t read Spanish, but if I did…

Buenos Aires, Argentina, here I come! Specifically, the El Ateneo Grand Splendid bookstore. Oh, how I love a bookstore! Quaint and charming or big and elaborate. I love the smell of them and the zen feeling I get when I walk through the doors. Even if all the books are in Spanish, I know that… Read More ›

Victim 27

I suffer silently for my child I have battled mental illness in my child And when a child refuses treatment Where am I to turn I suffer, my child suffers Endless counselors They tried so hard School administrators didn’t know what to do I had the sheriff’s number in my phone I yelled for help,… Read More ›

Five book lover’s gifts (that are not books)

There’s still time to order for Christmas! A timeless gift. The perfect background music collection for reading. Old world wine bottle bookends. Kindle Fire cover. Book Lover’s Scrabble.

The Awful Grace of God

Originally posted on The Bully Pulpit:
“In this difficult day, in this difficult time for the United States, it is perhaps well to ask what kind of a nation we are and what direction we want to move in… My favorite poet was Aeschylus. He once wrote: Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget…

Jazzy Girl

I am a jazzy girl who feels like a speedy turtle I wonder what it would feel like to be a speedy turtle I hear a turtle flying around my bed at night I see myself playing in the Jazz Jubilee I want to be a speedy turtle with my friend, Taylor James I am… Read More ›

I’m not a muffin top exactly…more like a busted can of biscuits.

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I’m… Read More ›

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p.s. I write, not to be read, but for the pleasure of writing.

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