Since I was young, I was attracted to poetry and stories about death. Not horror. Not violence. Just death. I started writing about death and I still do. I write about the idea of death, what it means and what it doesn't. The finality surrounding it but also the beginning. The realistic nature of it… Continue reading Poetry, death and my brother
Category: Poetry
By Candlelight
I wrote this on April 8, 1994 By Candlelight I walked in and held my breath worried what tonight would be, and as I sat there waiting I imagined what I would see. But the outcome wasn't as I thought, there were candles, song and laughter. It was a celebration, not in the usual way,… Continue reading By Candlelight
Writing Poetry with Maria
I was looking through old notebooks and journals, and I came across an old black spiral notebook filled with old writing stuff. There were ideas for children's stories (for a class I was taking), random journal entries and the best thing ever--poems I wrote with my old coworker Maria. 🙂 Why would I… Continue reading Writing Poetry with Maria
Drama, poetry and my INFJ issues
Don't look at me. Don't notice me. I just want to listen and watch. It's too hard for me to join the discussion. I hate my voice and might say something wrong. People may laugh. I hate my picture taken. I'd rather be the photographer. Writing how I feel is easier than saying it. … Continue reading Drama, poetry and my INFJ issues
See Me…for real
If you didn't read my last post, (and chances are good you didn't), you don't know that I promised I would finally publish that long overdue second book within a week. And I did--on the seventh day. I already admitted I'm a procrastinator. 🙂 Technically, it was a bit easier this time since I already… Continue reading See Me…for real
The Second Chance Writer 