Welcome to my blog CreaLivity!
Here I share personal musings on the art of practicing a creative lifestyle. I encourage you to comment and join the conversation about your own experiences finding and following your creative path.
Something to Celebrate!
I'm so excited to share this news! THE BLACK VELVET COAT has received 1,101 ratings on Amazon! This means that many people loved my first novel enough to take the time to post and recommend it to others. Won’t you consider joining in too and rating a book in the Anne...
A New Year’s Poem
Resolutions WrittenRains lift leaving silky sky. Sage scent fills air. Manzanita, oaks, pines call to me. Cool stroll, wool hat, hands in barn coat pockets. Deer tracks visible on dark dirt path. Pools puddle in meadow. Magical crows circle above. Positive premonition...
Mother Earth
Mother Earth How are you doing now that we’ve plundered your gifts to us? Fires, floods render flora, fauna, humans desiccated, eradicated. You don’t seem like the judgmental type but how can you not be disappointed, wounded and enraged? Maybe Bezos and Branson have...
The Oak
In the quietyou standready for a new beginning.You’re as wideas you are tall,shady fellow.The sun risesto bless leafyhead with lightwhile life explodesaround your ankles.Rabbits scurryunderneath,an acorn drops,a woodpecker knocks.Bark thick with age,cupped leaves wave...
Prose Poem – Quarantine Visitor
Quarantine Visitor A plump lizard basks on my San Diego patio in the quiet summer sun. “Hello,” I whisper. Her smile sly, eyes button-beads, skin resembling grandma’s purse. Prolific in our childhood garden my brother Sandy saved them in shoeboxes, fed them flies....
Truth – My Word for 2022
Last Christmas as usual, I randomly closed my eyes and chose one of my angel cards to determine what my word for the next year would be. I picked TRUTH. But goodness gracious! It’s the end of February and it’s taken me this long to figure out what it means to me. Here...
Bird Poem
Birds in WinterToo chilly for meto venture out to fillempty bird feeder angry jay squawks. Red-tailed hawk lifts and flies awayfrom faraway oak.Puffed up featheredquail family skittersbehind top-notched pop. Mist seeps over ranch, increases to rain socold it...
Trixie the Yorkie Mixie
It had been a few years since I’d said goodbye to my beloved beagle-basset Lucy and thought it might be time to start researching for a new canine companion. I wanted a well-trained adult dog that needed a good home and didn’t need to be walked a thousand miles a day....
Day of the Dead Poem
There are Lonely Cemeteries (after Pablo Neruda) but not in Romerillo, Chiapas, on Day of the Deadwhen colossal chrysanthemums cover pinebranch crosses, whisper and wave on windy hillside. A voyeur tourista, I hide beneath umbrella up inclinefollowing villagers who...
1960s Family Bar-B-Q
Leslie banged plastic keys on her highchair’s tray. My brothers Todd and Sandy, heaved lemons from our tree at each other up in the rose garden.“You boys knock it off,” Mom yelled.They stopped, stared at her, and went right back to it. The second eldest in the boy,...
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