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She says they always ask that On the intake questionnaire, They call it ideating. She says she always circles No. I’m not going to tell them. I’m no therapist, but I’m not alarmed. I ideate all the time, and I’m still alive. Plus, they’re not really worried about your ideation Their concern is have […]
Some people just naturally select the right mate, the best profession, or invent something the world didn’t even realize was lacking until their product appeared. And these people, exquisitely rare in life, would be akin to a unicorn with wings. So realize now that the ‘perfect’ chart doesn’t exist, nor does the ‘exactly right’ pattern
Finding a happy and fulfilling relationship Read More »
SISTA Steam frolicking around a Sista’s Homemade vegan cannabis infused Blueberry muffin, guaranteed to pick you up early. Add a slather of Sista’s cannabutter (Sista’s so extra about everything) It’ll keep you out past curfew. Anything is possible. Sista fucking loves what she does. She’s the Tom Brady of muffins. YOLANDA
Two poems: Sista; Yolanda Read More »
Next year, 2022, Write Up The Road turns 20! We’ll have been in the publishing business for twenty years – that’s a milestone. We’ll be announcing all sorts of innovations, from all things Boomer – look for our new imprint, Boomer Books – to a nod to our roots in creating reference and how-to books
No longer teenagers Read More »
At the park Inchoate team Volleyballistas Black girls, brown girls, white girls Being coached Doing drills On a warm southern California winter day after school. As yester-eve faded into yester-night Totally tagged and bedight Jupiter keeping an eye on its moons With stars like honoraria Each sold separately Constellations like Compounding pharmacists. © 2021
“You know artists – some daubs here, a dab there, and a line or two. But you’re still supposed to stay in the frame and not get paint on the wall. WHAT ?!?!? That’s not being creative, in my canvas. Unless you have paint on your elbows and over the Sherwin-Williams, you’re not really trying.
SALAD LADY They shut down the fish and chips. They shut down the pie place. They’re going to have to start doing something here. On Thanksgiving I’m being messaged By an unclaimed frozen turkey In a church basement freezer. And the next day I get a text, And it says “Salad Lady.”
Two Poems: Salad Lady, That COVID Sunday in San Clemente Read More »
This is my latest book, and is now available. Some of the material originally appeared right here in Head Light, part of Write Up The Road Media.
While the rain is in town for a convention Pounding the nonstick surfaces Of the stovetop skyline, The weather service warned those living in the riverbed To seek higher ground. Sanitation crews spread tweets. All great cities have two or more Four Seasons, And in the rising tide of curbside check-in She didn’t even
It Made Me Actually Wonder Read More »
There is an old saying that man only dares use his words for three purposes, to “heal, bless or prosper.” What man says of others will be said of him, and what he wishes for another, he is wishing for himself. If a man wishes someone “bad luck,” he is sure to attract bad luck