Category Archives: quiet

An Essay About Being and Becoming a Poetess

Late last night I finished work on another collection of poems, “Thelxiepeia.” This group of poems started out with a different title. When I began editing I knew that many of the poems would not make the final cut. They seemed parts of two books jammed together in a way that didn’t fit and so I opted for a cohesive

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In The Lingering of November

Almost December, I wonder what it will bring with it, however much I try not to. I think about the things we think we always wanted, the ones we got, and the ones that got away, in the middle of the day, in the glaring light of dawn, in the fading twilight, in the moonlight in the dark night, I

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Can You Hear the Quiet?

I’ve been doing some serious thinking about the world lately. Can you hear the quiet? This serious thinking isn’t a new thing for me. This bout of thinking began with the drug induced suicide of a rock star. I’m referring to it as drug induced because we’ll never really know and the fact is that those kinds of drugs can

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The Harvest.

The Harvest The sparkle on the river, The lights from distant shore, The cold and bitter glitter, The beckoning of more, Is beautiful to look at, ‘tis a pleasing sight to see, Like a woman dressed for dinner, In all her finery, But all that shines is not silver, All that glitters isn’t gold, And if you want the treasure,

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Finding My Niche in the Beautiful World.

  A question of direction. Lately I’ve realized that the last few years the main focus of my writing has been something of an untoward wrestling match trying to come to some kind of terms with it. There have many discussions about “voice.” I’ve bristled at the idea of being “pigeon-holed” and in that have tried repeatedly to find something

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Unlimited

Unlimited You know what a woman wants? A badass son of a bitch who can make the trip and still treat her like the most precious being on the planet. A man who’s really a gentleman, even if sometimes she doesn’t act like much of a lady. She wants a proper rescue. She wants gallantry and chivalry and decency, chemistry

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