The Storm
No one scolds the beach when the waves are angry When they froth with rage and foam with fury When they gnash …
On the Bluffs of the Santa Monica Pier
March was National Poetry Month. While I read poetry all month long, I squeaked in writing my own poem on the last …
SoHo Hot Chocolate Tour
For my Artist Date this week, I took myself on a tour of three renowned hot chocolate establishments in SoHo. And I ended up having quite an adventure, which is of course the whole point of the Artist Date, so I felt compelled to share it with you!
New Year, New View
Last night I rang in the New Year by putting away all my Christmas decorations, reorganizing the living room, and taking a very indulgent spa-like bath. (And then comforting a dog while fireworks went off, but that’s not the part I want to focus on.) And as I was soaking in Epsom salts and listening to my favorite, admittedly very “woo-woo,” spa music, I suddenly started blogging in my head.
September 1st
Twisting, wringing, Plummeting to the earth With no parachute I’ll land on my feet (I always do, though my knees crumble from …
Sometimes I Wonder
Sometimes I wonder what I am doing In a city As I pass a hidden forest And the smell The sweet, fecund …
Undertow
i can feel it rising the ocean of bilious emptiness sweeping away my peace i thought i’d built on rock it’s these …
By the Lake
beside water’s lap she bows her head alone with herself and her dreams suspended in an afternoon hazy summer sun sighing in …
Homelessness
A breath of family did I feel While hours passed within that meal. The glow of friendship, soft and deep, Into night’s …
The Joys of Being the Oldest
The thrill that comes from Being the only one to Ride to the next block Is not a small thing. Your bike …