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Stories From the Edge of Blindness

In 2002, Retinitis Pigmentosa changed my life. This is my story of a slow approach to darkness.

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Recorded Poetry

Travertine

My Recorded Poetry Series continues with,”Travertine”, the fourth of five poems originally published in The Writing Disorder.

Breath

I can’t believe it is almost July. I think the world is developing a new relationship with time and space, as the definition of daily existence continues to be altered by the power of nature. I personally find myself in a state of confusion most days. Things seem to be piling up at an alarming rate and I haven’t been writing as much as I would like, so I decided to add another poem to my Recorded Poetry Series. The poem is called, “Breath”, and was originally published in The Writing Disorder.

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I hope this finds whoever is reading this safe and well and easing into the changes life is handing all of us now.

A Little Recorded Poetry

I have a new recorded poem up on YouTube, if you feel like having a listen. This one is the first of 5 originally published in The Writing Disorder. I hope you like it.


The Writer

“The Writer” is the final poem from my recorded poetry series, originally published in Chantarelle’s Notebook. It was inspired by a beautiful piece written by River Dixon from “The Stories In-Between


Shards of Cherry Blossoms

My recorded poetry series continues with the fifth of six poems originally published in Chantarelle’s Notebook. If you have a minute and are so inclined, check out my YouTube page and subscribe!!!!


Your Promises are Collapsible

First and most importantly, I hope all who are reading this are safe and well and home. I am, as ever so incredibly grateful for the support and presence of this community in my life!

Continuing with my recorded poetry series, today I am offering the fourth of six poems originally published in Chantarelle’s Notebook. I hope you like it. Video credit goes entirely to my husband, Joe Richardson.


Stiff Trigger

My latest recorded poem is up on YouTube. It is the third of six poems originally published in Chanterelle’s Notebook. Kendal Bell, editor of Chantarell’s Notebook, chose to nominate this poem for a Best of the Net award, which was a huge honor.

All of the credit for visuals goes to my amazing husband Joe Richardson!


Hollywood Poems

“Lady Street Jesus” is the last of 3 poems that were originally published in The Furious Gazelle. If you haven’t yet checked out TFG, I highly recommend you do, and if submitting writing is your thing, definitely think about submitting to them.

If you would like to read all 3 of my poems in TFG, you can do so here. If you want to subscribe to my YouTube channel, you can do so here. And, please check out my website, designed so beautifully by my husband, Joe.

Flush – Recorded Poetry Series

My energy is pretty zapped right now, my thoughts consumed with what is happening to my father. I feel sad and emotional. I feel so grateful for all of the kindness I receive here, and for the amazing writing that I get to lose myself in. But, right now, I am not reading much and certainly not writing much. I feel like a stone, slowly sinking as everything goes dark. I will get through this. I will meet the challenges that face me.

In the meantime, I have the last two poems from The Furious Gazelle recorded and will share those. In advance, I am sorry to post and run.

Flush

Lurking behind the thin
stained metal of a bathroom stall,
brazen and breathing gravel,
she waits for an audience.
I open the door to a greeting
that crackles with delight,
but the smell of her misery 
crowds the room.
She steps elegantly from
behind the tin curtain and
bows to her reflection in the mirror.
Her hair is tangled and covered with despair.
She is searching for a song
that died with the starlets of Ragtime.
Lips that drip fire grasp at words
falling through blisters and cracks.
Her nose seeps with determination.
She smudges blood across her teeth
with a tremoring hand, burps,
and flushes herself down the toilet.

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