“Something I wrote a few years ago. It’s deeply personal, but thought I’d share anyway …”
Something I wrote a few years ago. It’s deeply personal, but thought I’d share anyway …”
For My Love…
A dream
I had
Mislaid between blue days, black nights. It never quite went away,
Just forgotten amidst appointments, disappointments and lovers gone astray.
A smile
It lingers
A seductive hint of nostalgia gently turning the lips of every passing stranger
Memories, refusing to be closeted, peer back defiantly as I shuffle empty hangers. (more…)
“The Cove” – A Must See
I’m 6—sitting on a concrete bench in the gallery of an amphitheater. The paint on the benches, baked by the California sun and worn by millions of backsides is the palest blue—nearly gray. My 4 year-old sister’s gaze is fixed, her attention riveted—like mine.
In stunning contrast, the crystal blue pool looms below, filled with smiling, dancing creatures that soar into the air, catching and tossing balls to each other and jumping through hoops before plunging down again. They’re playing. I want to play, too. With every splash, a sprinkling cools our sun-flushed faces and we giggle and wish, with all our hearts, we could wrap our arms around the smooth bodies of these mystical creatures.
The year is 1968. We’re watching “Flipper” at Sea World. (more…)
Serenade to a Friend
I wrote this many years ago (1989 to be exact). My poetry is not something I ever share – ever. It’s intensely personal and mostly horrid stylistically. It was my way of working through… issues. I wrote this during a phase when I was into Emerson and Longfellow. Today seemed the right time to share it with a handful of friends (and family) that I’m thankful for. I love you guys. This is my Valentine’s gift to you… my friends. 
“Friend or foe?”
I once didst ask
When thee I first didst meet.
Though didst reply, “Friend!”
“Would foe come
With heart in hand
And love so pure to
Bestow upon thee?”
Still, the head did not believe
It just could not conceive
Thou wast a friend indeed
(But I wast a friend in need).
Year after year, thou stayed
Growing nearer to the heart
Further from the head
Dearer to the heart.
One day, it seemed
The head gave in
And joined
The heart within
Still…
One question burned
Within the heart
And echoed in the head.
Once more I dared to ask,
“How didst thou dare of me befriend?
I have such a fickle head
Untrusting and bitter head.”
“Tis simple!”
Thou didst reply
“The head I could do without
But from the heart I could never part.”
“I wast a friend in need, and thy heart
wast a friend indeed.
Thou hast such a steady heart… a trusting
and tender heart…a faithful and loving heart.”
The Great MySpace Migration
It used to be that both readers and writers were relegated to cyber communities like Prodigy and AOL (in the early days) – forums sans graphics or photos. We were faceless friends joined together by a common interest. Books. For the most part, it was perfectly OK, because these communities were built upon the one thing we all loved. Words. That, and our kindred spirits. (more…)
Dallas in July
Sometimes you just need to be reminded why you love to do the things you do. This past weekend, the RWA was in town, and wow, I’d forgotten how great it felt to sync with like minds. And I spent the entire weekend with one of my favorite people on the face of the earth – my agent – she’s always believed in me and has remained my greatest advocate. And isn’t that what RWA is all about? Connecting with fellow writers who inspire you to keep on typing, despite that life has a way of dragging you out of your favorite desk chair? (more…)
For My Love…
A dream I had Mislaid between blue days, black nights. It never quite went away, Just...
“The Cove” – A Must See
I’m 6—sitting on a concrete bench in the gallery of an amphitheater. The paint on the...
Serenade to a Friend
I wrote this many years ago (1989 to be exact). My poetry is not something I ever share...
The Great MySpace Migration
It used to be that both readers and writers were relegated to cyber communities like...
Dallas in July
Sometimes you just need to be reminded why you love to do the things you do. This past...