Confluence (2)

The headless chicken monster strikes again. Another disclaimer. This poem’s also a little graphic. You’ve been warned.     Confluence   ii. I don’t eat chicken anymore. But not because I stood at Mama’s right elbow, saw her strip the skins from onion, tomatoes, green peppers. A willing witness, I watched her render their varied … Continue reading Confluence (2)


This weekend was a good one for my writing. An article from my Writing Small column got noticed (again) by author Elizabeth Spann Craig. She included it in the Writer’s Knowledge Base, which has collected over 45,000 free articles on writing-related topics. It’s THE search engine for writers. And a favorite romance writer, Charlotte Stein, … Continue reading Glee