Poetry, Prose and Prattle

Sweater weather.  This item of clothing is my one true love of fall.  I can skip the boots - my arthritic feet don't fit in them - and t...

I was a little girl when I first heard of Thousand Oaks, California.  Our neighbors had kids much older than me and their daughter was marry...

The heat is on!  Not really.  My heat is off, it went kaput two nights ago.  Yesterday I woke up to a balmy 63 degrees and in my half sleep,...

I voted on Tuesday.  Actually it was Monday night, via a drive-by collection box.  My county of residence sent an "I voted" sticke...

I'm three weeks into an eight week poetry class. It is called Reading for Writers and it is a literary gallop through twentieth centur...

Platt Park on an October Afternoon Scanning the expansive green of the park Spying an empty bench with a warm Ray of sunlight ...

When folks ask me what I write, I tell them this - Poetry, prose and prattle.  I am a poet first.  Prose can be fiction or true life and I l...