1978.
Condo life. Yellow kitchen.
Later, suburban home.
Musical bedrooms. From
blue walls to pink. Artwork
and collages for wallpaper.
Celebrity magazine shots.
Christian Slater impression.
Are you a Heather? Freaker
friends. Darkroom, lit mag,
newspaper. Do you know
what I mean? Maid to Order
play, post-Lucky Dollar.
National Lampoons Manic
Depressive Vacation. Don't
drive while psychotic. Panic.
Head in a fishbowl. Graduated.
Ran away to L.A. Again, the
threat of being disowned.
Almost walked away from
everyone. Chemical hijinks
in Green Bay. Another movie
theater blond babe and a
wannabe vampire. Dozen black
roses and poetry. Pregnancy.
Restraining order. Insanity.
Allura, lost and found. Nose to
grindstone, work and school.
Summer of K. 5 Years Later,
the wreckage. 2 more Jeffs.
Pregnancy scares. Hospitals.
Kiddo, from animal shelter to
retail, moving on to moving out.
Living through books and movies
and D&D. Alone a lot. Quarantine.
Catfish, players, basement dwellers.
NaNoWriMo. Hope to finish, soon.
Bangalore, India and Rowan University,
publishing. Dreams on brink of coming
true, but no one special. Cats and me.
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Shadows & Dust [poetry]
PoetryMost of my poetry is autobiographical. I write about living with bipolar disorder, dating, single parenting, my neo-pagan spiritual beliefs, my dreams, and sometimes popular folklore. Many of these pieces come from my self-published collections...