Droopy, the eighth dwarf, weathered and calcified from the sun’s careless beating. Droopy, a drop lowering, a waxy wave of wonder. A candle too hot to return to itself flows into something anew. A feeble-bodied waterless man of the desert, pulling, clawing forward disappears. A swayed back horse out to pasture, the golden years thatContinue reading “Droopy: A Poem”
Category Archives: Writings
Unwinding Understatedly
What do I want to write about? I posted this as a writing exercise to my eight-person writing group earlier. What a wide-open question, and as of this word, I still don’t know. I’ve been clenching my jaw again. I hate that I do it, but focusing on relaxing my mandible drives me equally asContinue reading “Unwinding Understatedly”
Here’s A Story
Pregnant, far too pregnant women meander the spaces in the Hands On Children’s Museum in Olympia. One’s face looks like her seafood lunch didn’t agree with her, her puckered lips and an out-of-the-ozone look in her eyes tell the story. After a quick photo snap of her semi-confident newly walking son, the woman returns toContinue reading “Here’s A Story”
Starry Starry Night
The neighbor’s runway-lit house never gives the night a fighting chance. I take offense and am perplexed as to why the previous owners of our house chopped the heads off of our privacy-providing cedar trees. Do curtains belong outside is the question I’m facing. I suggest no. Even with my opposed decision, I hang theContinue reading “Starry Starry Night”
Make That Shit Magical
You know how people say, “That’d make a good band name” or “That’d make a great t-shirt?” Instead of simply agreeing and moving on, I actually did it. Not the band name, the t-shirt. After calling a friend to talk my anxious feelings down, she was all about self-care. “Put on slippers. Get comfy. IContinue reading “Make That Shit Magical”
Turger Burger
“I used to have a marble collection, did you? I mean, it wasn’t much of a collection. It was just a bag of marbles, but some of them I really liked. One was an actual marble, not glass. It looked like the world, but not on purpose, just coincidentally. And it was oversized, but notContinue reading “Turger Burger”
Personal Lab Rat
I’m my own mental health guinea pig. During an hour’s break at work, I stopped by Fred Meyer to fill up the gas tank. As the price steadily increased, I checked in with myself. Blah. Nothing much. Slightly sad. Then it registered, “Oh, I’m feeling depressed.” Recalling an email I’d left open, a self-care newsletter,Continue reading “Personal Lab Rat”
Covid Couch Calls
I feel a fondness flowing over me, like the scent of chocolate chip cookies at Grandma’s, the kind one’s house, not the scary one. It’s a song by the Decemberists that transports me. Down memory lane to early Covid, to my rebellious non-adopting mask self, and to being locked up with a never-satisfied newborn and aContinue reading “Covid Couch Calls”
Solving School Shootings
I had a terrible thought born of wanting to solve a horrific situation. I won’t share my idea, but know it came after hearing of the children swinging, giggling, and having fantasies of their next sugar fix that were shot dead in Nashville. I read and watched the video footage, and I feel as sickContinue reading “Solving School Shootings”
The Jaywalking Gigolo
The red hand at crosswalks is merely a suggestion. Walking several blocks to Climate Pledge Arena, I blow through them with the ease of a hardened hooker. As a Pacific Northwesterner, I know I should wait, but out East, they don’t, and since I’m a small-town girl that broke out, the rules have changed. AllContinue reading “The Jaywalking Gigolo”
Going On 40 