finding beauty in the everyday


  • Bleach

    My house smells like bleach. Not because I’m cleaning, nor am I drinking it. I’ve reverted to my punky 12 year old self and to keep from screaming every time the news comes on, I’m writing an anything I can with a Clorox Bleach Pen. I sometimes feel that my belief in the power of…

  • Dedicated To Unfinished Work

    July 4, 1776. The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America, When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of…

  • What if?

  • Now

    I haven’t known what to say. Listening. Reading. Processing. Not feeling the urge to write or to speak. Yesterday I have the final of three Zoom poetry classes which I’d enrolled in back in May, back when the Pandemic was the headline, when we yearned to leave our houses but had no reason to because…