Friday night, August 1, Barry and I found ourselves at the Wunderkammer Company in Fort Wayne, Indiana, breathing in incense and music. The lights were low, the ceiling high, and the air hung full of reverence. We had come to hear Emma Swift. But in a way, this story started years ago. Before Emma’s pandemic-eraContinue reading “Art and Incense: A Friday Night with Emma Swift’s Music”
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The Week I Get My Sh*t Together (Maybe. Definitely Not. Who knows?)
UPDATE: (WHICH HAPPENED EVEN BEFORE I POSTED THIS, BUT I LIKED THAT PART OF THE POST SO I LEFT IT: WHEN DH HEARD I WANTED RID OF THE BOXES OF MADNESS, HE GOT OUT HIS HANDTRUCK AND PUT IT ALL IN HIS VAN TO DONATE TO THE GOODWILL TOMORROW ON HIS WAY HOME FROM WORK!Continue reading “The Week I Get My Sh*t Together (Maybe. Definitely Not. Who knows?)”
My Heart is Drenched in Wine (No alcohol was consumed in the writing of this post, thank you very much)
Now Playing: “Don’t Know Why,” Norah Jones Word Raccoon can’t get her words to stand up straight todayShe tried a poem or two, but they laid down on the job Then she wrote more flash fiction about those two doomed darlings Bonnie and Clyde who seem increasingly unstuck in time which was amusing and alarmingContinue reading “My Heart is Drenched in Wine (No alcohol was consumed in the writing of this post, thank you very much)”
All Revved Up With Somewhere to Poem
by Word Raccoon Now Playing: “More Than Words,” Extreme Psst… persona prose poem ahead. No need to panic. No need to @ me. It’s just Word Raccoon, cruising in metaphor. A revised version may appear elsewhere in the future. Once upon a Sopranos-soaked decade ago,Word Raccoon had a very specific dream:a Cadillac Escalade.Gold wheels.A statement.Obnoxious.Tacky.Ironic.AContinue reading “All Revved Up With Somewhere to Poem”
Portrait of the Artist as a Damp Maybe
Update: Had I looked closer at the forecast, I could’ve saved myself this whole spiral. I’m not walking through thunderstorms to get to a cafĂ© today. The sun porch at home it is. At least until any lightning. Word Raccoon does not like that. (Then again, the weather app just updated and no thunderstorms? I’mContinue reading “Portrait of the Artist as a Damp Maybe”
Word Raccoon Shops for a Car, Would Rather Eat a Flip Flop
Before I get into WR’s breakfast preferences, I’m trying something new. Apparently audio poetry is what the kids are doing these days, and I wanted to give it a go. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my reading of a poem I previously posted here, “All In.” I was battling the heat, birds, a determined bee,Continue reading “Word Raccoon Shops for a Car, Would Rather Eat a Flip Flop”
Sunbathing with Richard Hugo’s Ghost and a Bag of Poetry Craft Books
I did my best not to write the past few days. Well, maybe not entirely my best, but a decent approximation. Okay, fine. I paused on the writing front for a minute or two. Then on Saturday morning I received the kindest rejection letter EVER. The editor told me to let him know when myContinue reading “Sunbathing with Richard Hugo’s Ghost and a Bag of Poetry Craft Books”
This Is How Adults Make Playdates Now
(Four bassists and a drummer walk into a restaurant…) Now Playing: Blues Deville Let me walk you through what it takes to see friends as an adult: Welcome to Saturday night in your (well, let’s not say how old because husband and I are in different decades for the next half a decade) season beyondContinue reading “This Is How Adults Make Playdates Now”
The No-Writing Challenge
Quick bit of housekeeping: here’s the link I promised to my poem “Fight Me in the Waffle House Parking Lot at Dawn.” It’s now live. Yay!! Many thanks, The Daily Drunk! I’ve decided I’m not going to write this weekend. I’m calling it a challenge. A sabbath. A truce. A polite but firm ceasefire withContinue reading “The No-Writing Challenge”
Bangarang!Â
Now Playing: “God’s Favorite Customer,” FJM. My poem “Fight Me at the Wafflehouse at Dawn” has been accepted by The Daily Drunk: “Pop culture writing that pops,” and I’m thrilled. After agonizing and praying to the Nyquil gods during a nasty cold in April of this year to please, please, give me some way toContinue reading “Bangarang! “
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