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…

A Spiritual Adventure Novella (only on Medium, Kindle Vella & for my VIP subscribers) — November 5 Suggestion: Remember when — then move on! Dear Becky, I spent a good part of today remembering when. Remembering when I was so young that I had my entire life ahead of me. Remembering my great successes and my embarrassing failures. Remembering love lost and love found. Remembering my first dog, my first kiss, my first triumph…

A Spiritual Adventure Novella (only on Medium, Kindle Vella & for my VIP subscribers) — November 3 Suggestion: Kindness is Cool Dear Becky, You know that feeling you get when you want to react to some boneheaded thing some misguided person is spewing on and on about? That feeling of wanting to lash out with all of your sarcastic, caustic skills, justifying that it’s for their own good. After all, someone should…

poetry inspired by art — she floated inside her patterned prism like a ghost cloud in shades of green emerald green because — her riches, forest green because — her mystery, olive green because — i’m hungry Maybe I should just get going, I tell my bare feet. ’cause i can’t look at her her eyes have been burning holes through my spirit all night her checkered rainbow…

…and all I got was a lousy t-shirt Okay, I didn’t really get a t-shirt. But I do remember a hat we took turns wearing with the words F*C% EVERYBODY on it. My black lab, Addie used to wear it when she was feeling feisty. So why am I thinking about all this now? Well, Corabi has…

personal poetic essay — “After you die, I’m never going to another Yom Kippur service,” I tell my Ima from the backseat of my parent’s 1979 Dodge Dart. We’re in the middle of another heat wave and the air conditioning broke again. It’s probably not the High Holiday’s fault, the heat in the valley…

A poetic memory — i inhale a drag of my herbal cigarette i’m in my tiny office with my painted yellow walls the warm amber light makes me feel cozy why can’t everything feel like warm amber? why can’t fluffy comforters be wrapped in angels? 1978 Langdon Ave will always be my matzah ball…

A Spiritual Adventure Novella (only on Medium & for my VIP subscribers) — If you’d like to read this novella in order, go here: I Thought I Already Knew This Stuff - a novella anniewoodinhollywood.medium.com November 2, The Future Suggestion: Choose Wisely Dear Becky, Remember that tangent you went off on about the ‘used-to-bes?’ I have a clear memory of you bellyaching about feeling a loss over the inability to recapture the freedom of…

poetry unmute yourself what is expected does not come line break it is all so perfectly finished small and narrow it’s not about my surface story it’s about my taste of bliss is it that way anymore? it can still happen by chance the unexpected a sip of the divine yes, it is whole yes, there is a heaven yes, it is fleeting the signs…