the songs bring me no joy be- cause the songs don't know the sky has fallen and i have no breath to sing
May 22, 2023
the songs bring me no joy be- cause the songs don't know the sky has fallen and i have no breath to sing
May 22, 2023
to write is to feast. i am hungry very much of the time.
May 5, 2023
i'm dreaming of a little house, a little lawn, a little garden. trees. crocus. daffodil bulbs. creeping thyme, pots of rosemary and basil. garlic. trellised beans and tomatoes. corn in a good year, squash if the climate allows. a porch, a patio. grill. sunshade. wind chimes. bird feeder. me and you. summer shimmer on the horizon. drone of a single engine overhead. dandelions. blue and purple violets. white clover. bees. hummingbirds. robins and mourning doves. a curtain lifting in the breeze. settling there among life, verdant life.
May 4, 2023
i live in small spaces and love with all my heart
March 14, 2023
are we all losers here, collectively collecting at the industrial drain catch, catch- all for an economic sink hole, wholly here for a pay- check checking a disheartened screen screen- ing another offer offering another plateau of work week weakened doing dust collecting while i write poetry in front of an oil fryer
April 3, 2023
My best friend Elijah Newton and I are an odd pair. He’s a Millennial malcontent, I’m a Gen X spinster. He’s obsessed with horror movies, true crime, and the antics of serial killers. I’m scared of my own shadow. So what’s the obvious thing to do?
Host a podcast, of course.
And thus was born Deliver Us Some Evil: a show where dark humor meets the macabre and reveals the absurdity of human nature. Urban legends, cryptids, hauntings, murders, unsolved mysteries, little green men, nothing is sacred. Like a jaded coroner straight out of an 80’s detective drama, Eli peels back the white sheet to reveal the horror on the slab. I gasp and groan. I cover my eyes. He chuckles as he points out some gruesome detail, some blackly comical bit of trivia. And before I know it, I’m peeking between my fingers.
You will too.
Join us every Monday for a brand new episode of Deliver Us Some Evil. Available on Spotify or wherever you find your podcasts.
always bring your best self to the table and you will never go hungry
October 22, 2022
The little golden door has let me through. It was too small at first, but I knelt to touch the handle and I am on the other side now.
March 14, 2020
i am an orphan an alien full of homelessness on this strange sound stage called Earth. ~ anonymous
February 1, 2020
life is a flywheel life is a perpetual motion machine life is a charger I need electricity bitch!
October 14, 2022
Air is free, sound is free, words are free. To believe otherwise is to be enslaved.