“Oh hey there.” I felt myself say.Smiling in recognition,Sighing in relief.I found Joy on the steps to Swami’s,Never knowing I had let Her go.
Lost and Found
Honest Farts
Early in the honeymoon phase of mine and my husband’s ten-year relationship, I had drifted into sleep while he quietly finished his book. Somewhere in the moments of early sleep and deep body relaxation, I let one rip. I have never in my life farted so loudly I woke myself up, but that night I... Continue Reading →
Contrary Mary-Self
Small self, small self How do your defenses grow? With fearful thoughts of tomorrow And judgments molding each stone.
The Clothing Quest
The female farce
