After retiring from teaching high school, I relocated from hectic Los Angeles to serene Cambria, California. My life filled with gratitude in a world of chaos is daily inspiration. Involvement in the Cambria Writers Workshop provides me the opportunity to explore my past and present place in the grand scheme of things. The rights and struggles of the GLBT community often take center stage in my writing.
I live with my husband, Michael, two cats, Rufus and Angie, as well as our two dogs, Sterling and Anoush.
Blood-red blossom Escaped a home of thorns Dew gathers on your delicate petals Diamonds on velvet You open To expectations of admiration You unfurl To a world of dangers One palm Cups you with tenderness Carefully explores your depth Transformed by splendor The other selfish, shear-laden hand Hovers Desires to possess Obtain gratification One snip Fulfillment contained Blood-red blossom Bursting with potential Beauty your attraction Beauty your demise
The morning fog greets me, magical, mysterious. Spider webs reflect prisms created by the dew. The mist embraces the pines and requests a dance. Skirts unfurl as it twirls waltzing down my garden’s path. The same coastal vapor dense, dreary blocks my vision and encroaches upon my sanctuary. The heavy haze shrouds my course. Lingering dampness creates mold that rots my joists. Dance or Drown
Lean in Expand your horizons Dance the constellations Tango with a scorpion, tip the scales Sing your wishes Stand upon the moon Explore its deserts Declare your existence Hop upon a shooting star Mingle with stardust Discover your origin A new perspective Your place in Her universe
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