I am thrilled to have another of my poems in Foxglove Journal. My gratitude goes out to editor, Elizabeth Gibson. This one is very different from my usual stuff. You can check it out here.
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I am a writer, going blind in Los Angeles. This blog is my story of a slow approach to darkness as I traverse through the rubble of urban life. It is what I see in the withering spaces of my remaining vision. It is humor and despair and darkness and light. It is what I witness as the world slowly disappears.
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Stories From the Edge of Blindness 
February 9, 2018 at 8:07 am
Woohoo!!!
February 9, 2018 at 8:17 am
Thank you!!
February 9, 2018 at 8:17 am
Well deserved and LOVED the poem. One of my favorite lines:
He plants his feet reluctantly
onto a floor bathed in the chill
of a disappearing moon,
February 9, 2018 at 8:19 am
Thank you Sweet Man! This poem is so different from what I usually write. I am so glad you like it!
February 9, 2018 at 8:25 am
It was a little effervescent in a way.
February 9, 2018 at 8:29 am
I love that – such a lovely description. Thank you so much!
February 9, 2018 at 8:59 am
I love how you build your imagery, and how the tension slowly builds in your poems. How lively and picturesque your babies are.
February 9, 2018 at 10:21 am
Thank you Bojana! This was a bit of a departure for me, so I was a little nervous about it.
February 9, 2018 at 10:26 am
No need to be. You’re equally good at different genres.
February 9, 2018 at 10:30 am
Thank you!
February 9, 2018 at 9:30 am
Meow!!!
February 9, 2018 at 10:21 am
You are knocking it out of the park, Susan! Hey, don’t forget about us little people when you arrive, eh? 😼
February 9, 2018 at 10:25 am
Haha. You are kind, my friend! Thank you for your support! I am probably just trying to avoid having to actually write a blog post!
February 9, 2018 at 10:27 am
Hahaha! Now THAT’S funny! 😂