The Day Yoga Pants Ate My Life

It was a week before suburbia strangled me, with its Mayfair filtered landscapes that garnished cropped homes and bottles of Domaine Georges & Christophe Roumier Musigny Grand Cru  on Bunko night. It was the week Yoga pants seduced us all with the way they forgivingly stretched to accommodate  an evening spent with too many gas station… Continue Reading


When Good Friends Ruin Movies OnDemand

  I’m taking a short break from poetry. In fact, I should be finishing up the second book in a series that I haven’t bothered publishing yet. This afternoon, I have decided to table my “to-do” list consisting of scraping oatmeal off of the floor with an ice scraper, prying horse riding helmets out from… Continue Reading


That Awkward Moment

I laughed, because I always laugh at poorly executed jokes, and drowned as Armani cologne soaked. His shirt, didn’t match. But I’m not one to judge fashion or drink too much wine while he recited facts Googled–probably while he was in line at a scummy gas station buying condoms as though I wouldn’t put him… Continue Reading


Rain Cloud

I interrupt my regularly scheduled posts which, as of late, have indulged themselves in the Sci-Fi realm, only to bore you with the bizarre happenings of my day (no, I wasn’t up at 4:00 A.M. digging my car keys out of the dumpster, again). I am very familiar with the sketch of a little boy, navy rain boots… Continue Reading


People I Want to Punch (a list poem)

My ex-husband, and still I wonder how many lady friends lingered now that his child support and alimony has reduced him to candlelight and Ramen Noodles. Asshole. My ex-husband’s mistresses, life is not a Harlequin romance and he is not Hugh Hefner. My ex-mother in law, I guess I would be a troll too, if… Continue Reading