2 Years & Cookies

Today marks my 2-year anniversary of moving into my awesome downtown apartment. Crazy to think about that passage of time – how I’ve become more myself (I think), how I’ve lost a bit of weight, how I’ve become (maybe too) comfortable on my own, how my family unit has shifted, and how I can sit…

NPM – 25 of 30

My pal, Lindsay White, posts a monthly writing challenge. For June it was to write a poem where the total number of words match your age. So mine is 46. Workout #46 my sweat smells sour as I work to lose what I can only kindly describe as grief weight extreme heat presses around me…

NPM – 22 of 30

Christmas Day what I remember: walking to Starbucks with my sister & her husband tripping and falling flat on my face into a yard on the way home when I told my dad I’d fell, the way he took my hand, patted it, made sympathetic noises knowing it would be my dad’s last Christmas not…

Walking Weekend in San Diego

I haven’t been in my car since I got home from work on Friday afternoon. I love weekends like this. I slept in (for me) on Saturday, getting up a little after 8 am. I got dressed and went to my favorite French cafe where I worked on poems and a little work. I stayed…

NPM – 20 of 30

Winter Solstice on the longest night of the year my father told us he was ready to die driving home, those lines popped in my head so I knew this poem had to come at some point it’s impossible to exist in these two roles daughter, poet without overlap ~~ his decision was both shocking…

Dad’s 78th

Yesterday was a tough day. April 21 is the day my dad was born back in 1940. He would have been 78 yesterday.  This post came up on my FB memories yesterday from 2016: 6 years ago, my mom, dad, sister, her kid & her husband met up in Las Vegas to celebrate my dad’s…

NPM – 17 of 30

Food Haiku avocado toast coffee, french fries, ice cold Coke delicious pasta

NPM – 3 of 30

Today marks 3 months since my dad died. Poem from Inside His Hands when the man takes to his bed he starts on his left side and puts his left arm out so that I am facing up, my palm exposed sometimes I am slightly cupped my other rests along his side he likes to…

NPM – 2 of 30

Lung Point I discovered a bruise about a month ago when I pulled my shirt off at the end of the day I was surprised when I saw it by its darkness, by its shape – a narrow horizontal oval on my upper left bicep I touched it, but there was no pain I thought back…

Happy National Poetry Month! 1 of 30

Here we are again, friends! I have some prompts lined up for myself, so hopefully, I’ll be able to keep up, if not with complete poems, with fragments of some that I can work on at later points. But here’s one I started yesterday. I don’t think it’s quite done, but it’s something. Gaslamp in…