i found a quilted heart #ifaqh
A friend and I were out walking on December 19, when I spotted something unusual on the side of the trail. “Look Stephanie,” I said. “There’s a heart hanging on…
i’ll be glad when christmas is over
I wrote the poem below in December 2017, a little over a year after my mom died. I’m republishing it in December 2020, when, like many others, I again find…
boy meets girl
This poem was generated by a writing group prompt about Romeo and Juliet. It’s a bit of fun and frivolity based on the truth of what love often feels…
10 love bombing country songs i wish i’d never heard
There was a time when I’d never heard any of the tunes or artists below. Then I fell in love with each in turn as someone seduced me with them…
14 bouquets of spring joy
I first created and shared this post on June 22, 2014. I’m republishing it again on June 4, 2020, because today I have felt joyful after what has seemed a…
thank you for being here with me
This poem is for the people who love me, see me, support me, stick with me no matter what, and who are relentless in not allowing me to give…
we all hurt, we all lie, and nothing stays the same
Sometimes something drops into my life that so perfectly fits the space I’m in that it takes my breath away – like a blow to the chest from which it…
hidden junk
I once told a then-lover not to send me pictures of his penis. Ever. “Why not?” he queried. “Because you never know where such pictures might end up,” I answered….
the real thing is risky business
Being authentic is not without hazards. It often leads me to places I hadn’t planned on being — places I’d rather not be once I get there. But having been…