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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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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!


A Dream Come True

As a writer, my ultimate dream is to one day have a book published, and this year, that dream is coming true. In July, my first full collection of poetry will be released! What makes it even more special is that it has ties to the incredible community that has embraced me and my work, here on Word Press. I am honored that my book will be part of the gorgeous catalog of work being published by River Dixon of Potter’s Grove Press and The Stories In Between. He has been an inspiration to me since I first read his work, and he is a dream publisher and editor as well. I feel incredibly lucky, and am thrilled to be able to return to WP with such amazing news.

Chantarelle’s Notebook

I have been absent, from here, from my life and my writing. For now, breathing is about the best I can do and poetry is the only thing I have to share.

I haven’t written or submitted much at all this year, so I am thrilled to have 2 poems in Chantarelle’s Notebook today. If you would like, you can read them here.

The Furious Gazelle

The Furious Gazelle is having a spring contest, free to enter and you could get some money!  They publish some really great, edgy stuff and I encourage everyone to take a shot and enter the contest!  You have until June 1.  Why not take a shot!!!!

Rearranging the Furniture

Joe and I have lived in our apartment together for almost 10 years (he lived here 4 years before I moved in) and periodically, we rearrange the furniture.  We love it.  It makes the apartment feel brand new.  It may seem like a stretch, but when I was thinking about my writing the other day, and how much I have been floundering, I drew a parallel in my mind to rearranging the furniture.  When Joe and I start feeling a bit stuck in our apartment, we move things around and clean inside corners that have been long ignored, and we both feel refreshed.  Our most recent rearrange was to move Joe’s desk into our second bedroom, creating an office for him, which means our formerly shared space (what is meant to be a dining area) has become mine.  We were both excited for the change, but (here is where the writing connection comes in) it also ended up shining a light on how much I haven’t been writing.   Continue reading “Rearranging the Furniture”

This Isn’t About Self Doubt

I feel hollow, as if the pulp of my heart has been scooped out and its shell stripped of texture and color.  I have lost poetry, misplaced language. Or perhaps I have siphoned out everything I had to give and now it is time to recognize that the glimmers of my words have been luck, and that my luck has run out. Continue reading “This Isn’t About Self Doubt”

Out of Ink

I touched briefly yesterday on the idea of trying to create balance in my life, shaping the time I have in ways that let light in from all directions.  I have never been good at this, but if I don’t figure out a way to make it happen, I am afraid the walls I build will become so thick, I will be trapped in the gaze of a single light that pushes possibility and experience into complete darkness. Continue reading “Out of Ink”

The Final Hunt – Part 9

Steve has tagged me for something different today,  something which, as he says, is not in my wheelhouse, but I adore Steve and the idea of a story written by several writers, so I couldn’t resist.  My task is to  add to a story originally started by Teresa, the Haunted Wordsmith, and expanded beautifully by 7 (so far) other writers.  Hopefully I won’t totally mess it up.  This is the story so far…… Continue reading “The Final Hunt – Part 9”

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