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!”
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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 ApocalypseÂ
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”
Mellow Fruitfulness, Messy Process
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run From “To Autumn,” – John Keats More on Keats another time… Word Raccoon has seen students waiting at the bus stop the past few days. SheContinue reading “Mellow Fruitfulness, Messy Process”
The Soft Apocalypse of a Writing Day
Psst…this is not a poem. This is a mosaic of thoughts designed to make me feel as if I’ve earned creative writing points today, good for cash and prizes. The poems I attempted are mostly fragments. A couplet struts around in its ruffled underwear, convinced it’s a full poem. It won’t let me wash itsContinue reading “The Soft Apocalypse of a Writing Day”
Sorting More Than a Magazine Basket
“One breath taken completely; one poem, fully written, fully read – in such a moment, anything can happen.”― Jane Hirshfield, Nine Gates: Entering the Mind of Poetry I sorted the magazine basket over the weekend. There’s that glamorous “writer’s life.” Who even has a magazine basket anymore? Apparently I do, and it’s been slowly overfilling itself, whispering,Continue reading “Sorting More Than a Magazine Basket”
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