and I don’t think he liked me so much — Success. It feels so far, far away. Like maybe it all happened in a dream or a movie. But not a movie that I wrote and starred in. Just one I happen to have watched, on a loop, for several years. God, I miss that movie. I used to have my own TV show A nationally syndicated dating game…

one time, in the dentist's office… Sitting here in this hot and cramped dentist’s office, mindlessly flipping through People magazine, flipping through — gossip is boring. flipping through- I don’t care who wore it best. flipping through — oh, I like that lipstick color. I must buy it! there’s a game I used to play with my mom when I was a kid. whenever…

at least I got a poem out of it — I usually don’t write about what I write. I’m not big on notes, disclaimers, explanations and the like. But for this one, I think it’s important. Maybe it can help someone. Trigger warning: I’m going to talk about domestic abuse. National Domestic Violence Hotline 24 hours a day, seven days a week, 365 days a year, the National Domestic Violence Hotline provides essential tools and…www.thehotline.org

A memory, a poem, a goodbye — Our first conversation was me telling you that you are an idiot for not wearing a helmet when you ride. I won’t sign your petition. We become friends anyway. I marry the bartender from the improv, and you tell me that I’m too young to marry. You’re right. …

Prose, Poetry, Proetry, a Proem — Pink and confusing Daggers of Ruby Red We’re sitting on a park bench in Gabicce so she said it in Italian, “E normale essere così stanca?” I could answer that I don’t understand But I do It’s a point of pride for me I DO understand the history of what insomnia melts It only took 14 years…

a spiritual adventure novella (only on Medium) — This is a story about a woman who hit her head on her 30th birthday and traveled to a surreal dreamland that held some answers to her questions. At this point in the story her older, future self is sending her letters filled with life affirming suggestions. To read in…

a poem — Listen to the author read this poem on her podcast, “I Wrote This For You.” (subscribe while you’re there.) i am not new. i’ve been here before. i am a poet, a purpose, a promise am i? i can’t remember last night i wintered their guitar with my balloons i microphoned my…

A spiritual adventure novella (only on Medium) — This is a story about a woman who hit her head on her 30th birthday and traveled to a surreal dreamland that held some answers to her questions. At this point in the story her older, future self is sending her letters filled with life affirming suggestions. To read in…

a true poem story — i don’t want the soup i want the memory of having had the soup so here i am Dad has a century of spoons behind him he noveled the plays to write the world and he still ended up here we don’t have many delis left the soup is clam chowder with no clams\they…