Goodnight moon

Late at night. Alone again… unless you count the quiet whistle of snoring Ri as company....more

Splat [make up playtime]

According to my teenage students, if something is done well, it’s on fleek. And this make up (Inspired by Glam and Gore on YouTube )is pretty much on point. Yes, my bathroom now has “glitter herpes” from the metallic powders,...more

She lays there

She lays there, across my bed as though it were hers. Arm above her head, other one tucked under her chin. Legs bent, as though she were racing....more

Villanelle #1

Sentenced to enternal strife. Forever seems so long to be trussed when miserable and bickering. How is this life? ...more


[the poetry unit has begun again… today: the quatrain] She holds her tears, does not complain as you treat her with disdain neglecting her to pursue your whims careful, soon what’s left of love will dim once before, you cherished her showed her daily how much she was valued each display of tenderness secured now, like old photo albums, you’ve come unglued pictures – the visual record of the past scatter across the floor depicting the love that is no more happiness did not forever last ...more

Setting up the shoot

It dawned on me that I rarely – if ever – have shown the preparations for my planned and plotted concept shoots. In my head, I get this picture of what I’d like to accomplish – of how my finished editorial will look. And then I spend countless hours searching for inexpensive wardrobe pieces and props ....more

Broke the blog…again

I’ve spent the better part of this morning immersed in code that I do not speak. In my attempts to pretty-up the bloggity, I’ve killed the original structure of my posts. And then I killed the whole blog ....more

National Poetry Month, Week 3

April 16 Dream Changing At night, in the darkness, I sleep restless, unfulfilled so many ideas flicker into my thoughts desires, as yet unspoken and not yet built into plans the momentary images pass into memory remaining in recesses of my mind in the morning light, I will their return or else, forgotten successes I’m never to pursue ...more

National Poetry Month 2015, Week 2

April 6 April 7 April 8 twisted my days tangled them in my head wrang out the calendar and dripped out my schedule completely askew April 9 Fervor of activity just before 815 Nevermind quiet bed time rituals It’s the quarter hour wind up Before quitting the day Chuckles, guffaws, giggles Rebounding against the walls Four happy children “Your fingers are crossed, your toes… your brain… the truth is a lie.” I easedrop on their sibling nonsense April 10 April 11 Under the spot light, these child stars (and children of stars) grow up with constant scrutiny…. Trying to make their own shine despite the glare of flash bulbs can’t imagine trying to be an individual ( in a world of imitation ) It costs more to be eccentric To be rare pure. Are you willing to pay? ...more

Battle lines in the… hair

Yesterday, we set out in search of a hair salon expert to help Chi continue on her hair journey....more