Author Archives: Drema Drudge

Dear Reader, Waxing the Parasitical Muse has advanced a round in a chapbook competition. I’m not going to say which one, and there are rounds to go yet, but I believe in celebrating every step. My bold little chapbook has received some attention, and Word Raccoon is clapping and cheering. (You mean that first poemContinue reading “When ASMR is Your Grandma and Other Poems”

Dear Reader, I don’t remember thinking, “Hey, why not spend an hour on Pinterest this afternoon, something I haven’t done in years?” But here we are. Word Raccoon is not permitted to start any household projects the day before company, and so must content herself with making a nice long list of ways she wantsContinue reading “I Don’t Really Want to Do the Work Today”

Dear Reader, Some mornings Word Raccoon will not settle down to write. She wants to write, but then she finds a hundred things to notice and tries to follow them all at once, which results in her not writing.  Actually, that worked for me today. We had things to do! I bribed her to cleanContinue reading “A Few Sparks”

Dear Reader, Word Raccoon was slightly mollified for the indignity of cleaning yesterday by being permitted to listen to North Woods while doing so. I told her we could read it with our eyes if she would just wait, but she said she would absolutely go on strike if I didn’t let her hear itContinue reading “Finger Puppets, Poems, and Wallpaper”

Dear Reader, Today’s writing session felt like rummaging through a junk drawer with a flashlight and accidentally discovering a Midwestern theology. The title of this latest, growing collection, The Gospel According to Shrug, still delights me.  The sun came out, only for a moment, but I was grateful for a glimpse. I find it inspiring,Continue reading “Wednesday Redux”

Dear Reader, I am listening to Collective Soul’s Collective Soul this morning, from 1995. Wait, does that sound like I’m time traveling? Didn’t mean that, LOL. It was my favorite album for a season. I’m listening to it today for multiple reasons, one that the café is playing…not my favorite genre of music. Seems toContinue reading “The Gospel According to Shrug”

Dear Reader, Last night, I did something I’ve been meaning to do for years. Truly years. I destroyed our old hard drives, because those wiser than I have said it’s reckless to dispose of them without protecting your financial information. I was convinced, but not immediately motivated.  Word Raccoon was tired of seeing the taskContinue reading “Demolishing but not Words”

Dear Reader, I spent more time than I ought to have on an online return yesterday. A package arrived a few days ago, but only one item was in it, when there should have been two. The company (which shall remain nameless) doesn’t allow you to count something as missing for the first 48 hours.Continue reading “On a Sunny Monday”

Dear Reader, Word Raccoon and I stayed up late reading Yesteryear. We woke up and insisted on finishing it before breakfast. We had 30 pages left, and we begged for 15 minutes.  We did indeed finish in 15 minutes.  Here’s the thing. We thought the book would be this: a tradwife influencer gets mysteriously sweptContinue reading “This Was Not in the Brochure “

Dear Reader,  The bacon is resting in the oven (please let it be crisp but not too; careful, Drema!). The blueberry muffins are cooling. Word Raccoon is impatiently awaiting breakfast, but I’ve told her she must wait.  Time for the words. I want to get my thoughts down on Still Life before I even pickContinue reading “Blueberry Muffins and SO MUCH Art”