What a funny adjective to use to describe me. I don’t really think I “rock.” I’m much too ordinary for that. I’m a geek, a dork and sometimes even a fuddy duddy. So it always amuses me when someone tells me that I “rock.” I know its just a compliment, but it seems so out…
Sesno Galler is a character from my first novel (working title “Patricia Arian Richfield”). I got his name from my Chemistry teacher in High School — I took the teacher’s name and twisted it around. He was a teacher in training and I didn’t really like him much. The novel isn’t polished yet and may…
Written in 1983, this poem was en experiment in a syllable structured poetry. Each section follows a 4-6-2 pattern. In addition, this poem is related to a short story I wrote for a class. I no longer have it as my teacher lost it. Too bad … I really liked that story. There was a…
This morning, I was walking Sprocket the Amazing Weasel Dog around the block when I heard what sounded like children laughing … in the trees. The sound came again. This time it sounded like a crow with too much trill. I looked up at the almost completely denuded maple tree and saw three green-cheeked parrots…
This experiment in poetry form was written in 1983. Over the snow, there rides a sleigh. Clop, clop is the rhythm of the horse hooves. Bells jingle, jingle around the horse’s neck. Fog creeps upon the snow. The rumble, grumble sound of the horse breaks upon a quiet scene. The horse stops in front of…
For a while now, I’ve thought that the Honda Element was the world’s ugliest car. But I was wrong. Recently, I saw the Toyota Scion XB and it makes the Element look so much better. So here’s my Random Thought: Why did someone think that designing a car to look like a shoebox on wheels…
Written Feb. 7, 1983. I stay inside the dark and weary castle keep. It is lonely. I know loneliness. She is my friend. Outside is cold. There are many vicious things out there. The many pronged whip that beats on you until you’re a bloody pulp. The razor that slices souls. The knife that creeps…
If happy thoughts truly could make you fly, my feet would rarely touch the ground as long as Sprocket was in my life. I just love my dog!
It must have started at the beginning of the summer, but I didn’t really notice until the end of August. For months, my husband had been complaining that my hair was all over the place – the floor, the shower, the bathroom counters, etc. I told him it was because my hair was long; long…
Written Feb. 27, 1992. You looked at me as if I was a person as if I was beautiful as if I mattered You, who were to hold my first born and smile but were torn too soon away from life You, who in my mourning were a bright star and a friend now so…