On Turkeys and Traffic and TIme
I'm taking a break from promoting my new book this morning to extoll the power of a pause. We humans do tend to plow into the middle of things in our self-important haste to get…
Of Birds and Blueberries
Writing can be therapeutic, but it's work nonetheless. Sending woven words out into the world to be judged is a practice in growing thicker skin. For every published piece there are dozens of rejections. Though I've…
MelindaJuly 21, 2025
When God is a Bird
This one is for the mothers. When God is a Bird The feeders out back bring more color this month— goldfinches blossoming from marsh-like greeny gray to forsythia yellow, a red-winged blackbird flashing…
MelindaMay 11, 2025
My Drawing Told Me To Tell You
Hello out there! My recovery from foot surgery is going well. I’ve spent some of the “couch time” making little colored pencil drawings. Shortly after I finished them (and like so many things in my…
MelindaJanuary 25, 2025
When releasing perfectionism, rivers pour forth.
This morning, on the couch. Cast-bound leg duly elevated, I was contemplating the merits of ice pack vs. heat for the unhappy shoulder/neck. I’ve been working on surrender as fighting the pain has been futile.…
MelindaDecember 25, 2024
All by way of saying…
To hear me read this, click below: This poem was published last week in Last Stanza Poetry Journal, a beautiful publication available here: Listen Sharing my home with four-legged Zen masters— liquid beings…
MelindaOctober 22, 2024
The Visitor
In the dark, a baby fox hoists her short legs one by trembling one up the steep stairs, tripping the sensor light as she reaches the back deck in a sharp-eyed heap of gray…
MelindaSeptember 8, 2022
Sixty Unplugged Minutes with my Love
I used a text to carve an island from a Thursday in two overloaded lives. I typed 10 to 11 Walk with me. Moose Hill. I meant Come. To the refuge down the road, the…
MelindaMay 5, 2022
Everything is a Sign
Of all the offerings, a thousand possible signs, the Spirit Messengers chose poop. A pile of it, excrement of vague animal origins, arranged in a circle too perfect for random, dead center on my front…
MelindaJanuary 4, 2022