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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.

The Oak

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...

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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....

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Truth – My Word for 2022

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...

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Bird Poem

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...

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Trixie the Yorkie Mixie

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....

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Day of the Dead Poem

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...

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1960s Family Bar-B-Q

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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It’s Jacaranda Time!

It’s Jacaranda Time!

Fleeting BeautiesAlong San Diegospring sidewalksjoyful jacarandasburst luscious lavender blooms.Before long they fade wrinklefall crushed beneathfeet to elicit perfume bittersweetuntil kind wistfulwinds do sweep. The Avocet, A Journal of Nature PoetrySpring 2020...

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Bird Nerd Alert!

Bird Nerd Alert!

Surprise At sunrise florescent hummingbird pops upfrom sweet-smelling sage, zips to my windowpane. She hovers on helicopterwings, gazes inside to mesmerize, makesme glow with a smile.I realize it’s been a while. Published in The Avocet, A Journal of Nature Poetry,...

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Does He Know the Secrets of the Universe?

Does He Know the Secrets of the Universe?

With exacting zeal, Tommy mimicsa serious man drinking a café con leche at an Upper West Side bar.Unshaven, wearing a jaunty Frenchcap, energized and spontaneoushe scribbles tiny indecipherablenotes and diagrams with black ink. Shimmering clusters of circlesand dots...

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