Well, I’ve had a month of bat-free days, and yet I still check under my tires when I leave work. It’s strange how so small an incident can impact your life for a long time. I still remember the first time I tried to rescue an animal. It was an obviously sick seagull hanging out…
Written Feb. 24, 1992. High upon a mountain my heart waits for you chained to a rock like Faye awaiting Kong Then they come picking and rending pieces of my heart They fly away like vultures with bits of Promethean liver hanging from their mouths I endure For how can I not? Like a modern…
I had a unique experience the other day. Approaching my car, leaving from work, I saw what I thought was an ornate rock or giant seed of some sort under the rear passenger tire of my Explorer. I thought that it would probably be a bad idea to just backup over it, so I went…
Leonardo da Vinci wrote: “Every obstacle is destroyed through vigor.” I don’t believe you need to expend energy destroying every obstacle in your path. Sometimes you should be like water and flow around the obstacle. There are often more paths to your goal. If one path is obstructed, sometimes it is wiser to find another…
Why is that when all a person has tried is a pumpkin pie, this same person professes to dislike pumpkins? Have they considered that it might be something else about the pie they don’t like? Or possibly that the combination of pumpkin with cinnamon is what they object to? Maybe, if they gave pumpkins a…
On July 16, 1999, I wrote this little snippet about a new character for an old novel I occasionally pull out and work on. I don’t think it will see the light of publication any time soon, but with a great deal of tweaking it could make for an interesting young adult adventure novel. The…
I saw my first live firefly last night. It was really cool. I had always imagined that the light they blinked would be greenish yellow, like that glow-in-the-dark paint. But it is not — it is bright fire orange yellow. For the short while that they were blinking their lights, it was like Christmas outside….
This poem was an experiment … pushing my comfort level with expressing sexual desire. It was written February 20, 1991. Let my lips enfold you like petals about the stamen Let my hand caress you like the ocean caresses the shore Let my eye behold you more beautiful than a Rembrandt Your touch is like…
This poem was written February 8, 1991. A soul tormented filled with desire he cannot fulfill Filled with love he cannot express for in that moment when the teeth pierce the life flow and in a wave of passion pain and fear he destroys that which he love and desires the most To satiate the…
This poem was written Friday, Nov. 7, 1980, when I was in Junior High. The first draft was written in my diary, after an entry in which I expressed my frustration of not having a boyfriend. Oh! How I long for thee For thy unknown caress Thy warmth one with my own. To share a…