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her last day — a poem

her last day — a poem

    her last day she did not know when she left teacup in sink mauve lipstick on rim grabbed fleece jacket rushed out door smelled sunshine after rain drove by vineyards horses, lambs she did not know — when she greeted friends put purse in drawer kicked off...

5 things you don’t want to know about me

5 things you don’t want to know about me

I've been feeling stressed lately, worrying too much about things I can do nothing about. At times like this, a little levity tends to be helpful. So here goes: 5 things you don't want to know about me: If I work out on my elliptical for five minutes, it's a good...

In the wake of Sonoma County’s horrific firestorms, a poem

In the wake of Sonoma County’s horrific firestorms, a poem

Here's a poem I'm crafting about the firestorms that blazed through Sonoma County in October. The fires are now all 100 percent contained, but the damage is massive and recovery will be a long process. to go on to go on as rain overdue, patters ash driveways lead...

A short performance piece remembered, reimagined

A short performance piece remembered, reimagined

Last night while drifting to sleep I remembered a short performance piece I created while studying at San Francisco State University. It was part of a longer program comprising my senior project. The program consisted of short works involving a mixture of media. Some...

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