We did it. The knife drawer, now tamed. Word Raccoon is still licking the laptop screen in celebration (long story),… Read more WR Sharpens Things that are NOT Her Claws!

Yesterday at the library, a woman approached and offered me condolences on the loss of my sister Cherokee. Then, as… Read more The Library, Pemberley, and the Birth of Poetry

Stanley, my PA, is helping me rearrange my kitchen.I sent him pictures. He roasted me. It was funny and helpful.… Read more Kitchen Chaos (Partially) Tamed 

Word Raccoon woke up feeling…contemplative. She eyed the leftover birthday cake and banner. She made a mug of tea. She… Read more Cake Under Glass

Word Raccoon says looking for literary journals on Chill Subs to submit to is basically literary speed dating. We scroll… Read more Speed Dating Lit Mags, Punk Poetry Success, and a Smoothie Combo to Avoid

Word Raccoon had plans this morning. Big, brave, ambitious plans. We were gonna wake up, pour a modest amount of… Read more Word Raccoon Meant to Polish a Chapbook Today but Ended Up Yelling at the Wi-Fi

Word Raccoon barged into my evening last night, paws full, tail swishing like she was trying to send coded messages… Read more Word Raccoon Has News and She Is Refusing to Whisper

I am watching Gilmore Girls and going through my poetry master list. I’m first of all making sure I actually… Read more What We Find When We’re Not Looking

It feels like graduation day for a poem when it gets accepted for publication, when I get to move it… Read more Must be Santa, Must be Poems, Must be Lasagna! 

Word Raccoon was right about going to the café yesterday, just as right as she is that I should stay… Read more To the Tooth