Especially on Halloween — Maybe Halloween was not originally designed for grown, adult, empty-nested, typically strait-laced, fun-loving women to don costumes and go to a restaurant bar for some merriment. But that’s exactly what a friend and I did. I’ll call her Sandra, the wild blonde one, though the name has been intentionally changed. …

Poetry — The stars and the moon sometimes shine black and blue though I prefer shades of silver and gold. As a child, I ran far away from all the potshots and slingshots from sharpshooting bigshots, their sticks and stones crowns and thrones being hurled through mid-air. One by one, unatoned broken bones…

Poetry — Love lingers like a hijacked memory beyond the point of no return. A single note can float above the tangled clouds, words emptied on to a burning page may ignite before they take flight and disappear like a ghost of haunted ashes, I’ve had my share of scars and scratches and soulful kisses beneath a…

Poetry — did you hear they just opened a shake shack in the mall down the strip from three burger places on the way to the post office and that they closed the local bookstore and one of the banks due to lack of interest. i like to order a chicken fajita…

Poetry — perpetual empty pockets not a pretty look in a mirror smudged the day to be looted for less than a quarter ounce of gold but I awaken in a cerebral fog and the restless mind performs a dump to recall the warmth of the sun and the end of the yellow brick road…

Poetry metaphors and three Medium poets — “A wise girl knows her limits, a smart girl knows that she has none.” — Marilyn Monroe The Uncorking by Connie Song I shovel some dreams into a bottle and toss it out to sea, and in reality they have yet come back to me. I tuck in the stars at night…

Poetry — Tuck in the scarred squandered night leftover dreams may rot reheated or served cold like picasso’s broken guitar strings echo music in the dark abyss, a perforated heart is like a raging river feelings forever embroidered stitched and stretched upon the soul the morning train takes you to a place of sameness a routine saturated with coffee filled…