“On Reading Crush” is Live!

I was going to just drop this link and run, but I can’t abandon a poem like that. Remember I mentioned Reading Crush a while back? My thanks to Cathexis Northwest Press for publishing it. I’m honored and a little terrified to have this one out in the world, if I’m being honest. I’m soContinue reading ““On Reading Crush” is Live!”

Word Raccoon Dubbed a Metamodernist?

It’s Labor Day weekend, planned over here as a thrifty “staycation.” Word Raccoon insists we have done plenty of the staying but almost none of the “cationing.” She got her orchard trip, but the rest of the weekend has been all work. She is furious and says she might not even go along to theContinue reading “Word Raccoon Dubbed a Metamodernist?”

I Did What Now??? SMH! Hope Your Day Is Going Better Than Mine! LOL.  

I just accidentally submitted a poem with a typo in it to Harvard Review. Harvard Review. Sob. And how’s your day going, LOL? It’s fine. It’s fine. The typo was not, say, the word “poetry” spelled wrong. It was Sisyphus. Which, to be honest, I’m still not sure I can spell correctly. I keep flippingContinue reading “I Did What Now??? SMH! Hope Your Day Is Going Better Than Mine! LOL.  “

Word Raccoon Thrifts and Yay!

Now playing: “Little Wing” by Jimi Hendrix. I let Word Raccoon buy a hummingbird pin at the thrift shop yesterday to commemorate our outing, though she didn’t earn it. She was supposed to sit quietly in the shopping cart while I hunted through the racks, but once she thought she spotted her favorite birb acrossContinue reading “Word Raccoon Thrifts and Yay!”

Things I Did and Did Not Bring With Me Today

My glasses.Oops. Maybe the rain blurred me enough to forget? The book I’ve been reading, Nine Gates.That was on purpose, love.Rainy day + deep read? Pass.Cozy read? Yes, please. Any expectation that the cafĂ© porchwill be habitable before mid-morning,if at all. And, dammit, my computer cord.  Things I Did Not Leave at Home Word Raccoon.Continue reading “Things I Did and Did Not Bring With Me Today”

Muses, Musettes, and Wily Word Raccoons

Some mornings, the Muse wakes you up before you’re ready. Sometimes it’s not the capital-M Muse, the one who brings poems and revelations, but a smaller muse. An impulse. A nudge. Or a spark. I call those sparks musettes. They’re little sensory moments that might lead to writing, or might just make the day shimmer.Continue reading “Muses, Musettes, and Wily Word Raccoons”

Day Parts and Doll Parts

Now playing: “Doll Parts” by Hole. (See below. And also, what day do I NOT want to be the “girl” with the most cake? I mean, I’ll share, but cake is basically its own food group. Not those ridiculous cupcakes, either. They’re fine, but they’re NOT CAKE. Thus sayeth the raccoon.) Fall temps have finallyContinue reading “Day Parts and Doll Parts”

Word Raccoon Announces the Soft Apocalypse 

Now Playing: Emma Swift – The Soft Apocalypse (2020). Word Raccoon here. Drema does not trust herself to speak right now. Big news, loves: Drema’s had three poems accepted by The Write Launch for their October 2025 issue! Yes, three. That’s a full-on raccoon hat trick, and I am already shimmying across the coffee table.Continue reading “Word Raccoon Announces the Soft Apocalypse “

Word Raccoon Gets Answers!

Now Playing: “Cake by the Ocean,” DNCE  Friday’s adventure: the hip doctor, DO. Word Raccoon came along curled up in the passenger seat, insisting I finally demand answers. Diagnosis: Bursitis.(Which is actually good news and WHY DID IT TAKE THIS LONG? The specialist diagnosed it within two minutes, bless him.) Treatment Plan: Do the prescribedContinue reading “Word Raccoon Gets Answers!”

Streaks on the Window, Poems on the Floor

Now Playing: The Game, Queen. The whole thing.(Not playing games. Just the album.) Tonight I was going to rest.I already had a blog post lined up for tomorrow: neat, tidy, ready.You’ll see that one tomorrow, because it’s already scheduled. But something happened tonight. I sat at my computer, feeling aimless, and next thing I knew,Continue reading “Streaks on the Window, Poems on the Floor”