Wednesday, June 25, 2014


PLAN: Never go to Jamaica, Queens. Unless I'm okay with police rescuing me from inside McDonalds, butcher knife stuck in my back.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Wicked: flash fiction, or whatever

I wrote a short children's story meant for adults yesterday. I turned it into a chapbook. It's called, Wicked. It's about a felt hat that sips on milk.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

This is how I relax

I listen to Mia Farrow reading an audiobook of Ira Levin's Rosemary's Baby...

Monday, February 17, 2014

On the mend, poetry, and humbling events such as braving the NYC subway when injured

Though I was citing 2014 as going down like 1993, it's gone done more like 2046, placing me, healthwise, as a 75 year old woman  (give or take a few years.). I contracted a horrible cold that caused me to cough so hard that I busted a muscle and could not move, sleep on my bed, or lift a leg. I'm on the mend though, and have managed NYC by a. staying inside the house and b. holding my hand on my back when I finally did chance the subway to show New Yorkers the universal symbol for -- I'm not feeling good -- I'm stooped over for a reason -- ayuda me! I make light of it, but I was actually in the ER twice in one weekend and have had to use my salty humor to navigate such a horrible experience.

That being said, a health situation is a humbling situation that has inspired me to reflect on my bad and good habits; relationships that I have with food; relationships that I have with people; relationships that I have with my work (my writing that is the rainbow and coven that I return to no matter what challenges I go through.)

Let's see how this affects me in February. New changes in store. Will report more once they are all confirmed.

If you've read this far you might as well head to Waxwing Literary Journal. Issue #2 features two poems of mine alongside so many talented poets and writers. Take a peek here: Waxwing