Poetry at 50, in the US, as a woman [white], 2021, during a pandemic, in a glorious & painful spring, a flash poem, in four parts

1. Our flags always fly at half-mast now.Wide and unhealed wounds on high for the world to seeflap dripping loss and pus rains down into the public square. Below themwhite men, whips still in handand a few hard-yoked women, their heads downplodding alongfacing only...

10 Habits for Falling More Deeply in Love with Your Humans using Zoom

So many articles are circulating right now about how exhausted and drained people feel after Zoom meetings. I get that. Back in my corporate and academic days, that used to happen to me during Skype meetings and conference calls all the time. I’d often sign off...

Noticing a Miracle

Our pair of resident bald eagles have been away from home for more than a month — off on a river fishing working vacation, we’ve heard from other neighbors — after their baby grew up and left the nest in August. I didn’t realize how much...

If women were pirates

If women were pirates ships would smell of jasmine in summer cinnamon in winter rain in the springtime Pirate hats would be more fabulous Treasure would be friendship and children and loving this moment And booty Oh, that booty would be shakin to the music Every god...

Learning to dance

I love the Friedrich Nietzsche quote “One must have chaos in oneself in order to give birth to a dancing star.” This quote found me mid 2004 at the beginning of my marriage, my doctoral program, and the beginning of two years of amazing, life-changing work. That was a...