Category Archives: Writing

Today, my body wanted to move, so I went to the gym.  I came home, ate breakfast. Worked on the obituary and sent it in after passing it by the family. Visited the family plot to “tell” my parents what happened, to prepare them. We tidied the area, decorated it for fall.  I picked upContinue reading ““I Decided I Would Fly””

Content Warning: grief, addiction, death, strong language, loss of a sibling I fucking hate writing obituaries. Don’t get me wrong. I want to honor my loved ones.But I can’t believe I’ve needed to write so many lately. You know this morning of the I’m going to meet up with a friend then get my hairContinue reading “I Fucking Hate Writing Obituaries”

Now Playing: “Comfort Eagle” by Cake Word Raccoon has lots to say, but let me slow her down just enough to start here:a poem that is very dear to me has found its home. “Comfort Eagle,” a layered piece about, in part, my grandson, and in part, about a friend of mine with grandparent aspirations,Continue reading “And Yesterday is Weaving In and Out”

Now Playing: “Take the Money and Run,” Steve Miller Band  This week, Word Raccoon managed to get some money refunded. I am very proud of her. First were a couple of smaller fees she had been told she would not be charged. One was $25, another $17.50. She didn’t like to complain, but she askedContinue reading “WR Says “Take the Money and Run””

Today was one of those rare writing days where I sat down, read a few pages in the newest book on poetry I’m slowly making my way through, Madness, Rack, and Honey, the collected lectures of Mary Ruefle. I read the first lecture, and then a part of the second. I found myself in conversationContinue reading “Poetry and Vegetable Beef Soup “

Holy Shirtballs, Batman! My poetry manuscript, “Waxing the Parasitical Muse,” has been longlisted for the Idaho Prize for Poetry 2025 by Lost Horse Press! There. I said it. I didn’t win, but I was longlisted!  After last night, after feeling like I should just yeet my laptop across the room and give up writing forever,Continue reading “Holy Shirtballs, Batman!”

Now Playing: ​​”Why’d You Come In Here Lookin’ Like That” by Dolly Parton Let me remind us, darlings, that being ill sours everything. Even our perception about our writing. We must remember this or we will begin to believe our own lies about our writing abilities. Let’s not.  I have rough drafts of three blogContinue reading “Why’d You Come In Here Lookin’ Like That, Poem? “

If you had said that 2025 would’ve brought the publication of a new book by Virginia Freakin’ Woolf, I wouldn’t have believed you.  This is not a review. It’s merely an excited “Hey, have you heard about this?” The Life of Violet: Three Early Stories was released two days ago.  It’s a beautifully designed book,Continue reading “The Life of Violet: Three Early Stories by Virginia Woolf”

Word Raccoon wants to know what the big deal is. Why am I feverishly hunting through my writing room’s closets, hoping to find my extra books?  “We’re going to participate in the alumni author’s event this year at, duh, our alma mater,” I tell her, but she waves at me like that tells her nothing.Continue reading “A Book Event, or an Apology Tour?”

This is not some deep, dark secret of mine, AI. It’s a tool, one with uses. Some of us disagree on just what it ought to be used for. I get that. But most of us do use it, whether or not we realize it. Here’s how I use AI. (Word Raccoon does not knowContinue reading “World, Meet Stanley”