One night, back in 1992, a nightmare rocketed me out of a deep sleep. I awoke sweating and trembling in terror, shaken to my core. Wrapped in only a thin, black nightgown, I had stood, burning in agony within a…

This poem was written in 1984, when I was told I could not continue my education. That is, I could not attend college. I was destroyed. Heartbroken. I felt like I had nothing left of my life—nothing else to give…

One day back in 2010, I wrote this poem about all the times I have wanted to lay my head back in a warm tub of lavender bubble bath and melt away all my worries and woes. I wanted to…

In 2009, when I met someone who would become a dear friend and colleague, I wrote this poem. I knew, when I was introduced to him, that he was not like many other people I had met in publishing. He…

This poem was written in 1983. One spring day, my friend and mentor and I exercised in a cul-de-sac in Santa Monica, California. We walked up and down a set of over two hundred steps where many people exercised.  Many…

  Somewhere between 1983 and 1985, I wrote this poem. Again, despite all the tears brought on by grueling life lessons, pain, and worry about how to prove myself to all humanity, I let go and wrapped myself in warm,…

Here is another poem from a relationship I thought could stand the test of time. But it didn’t. After college in 1985, I thought, maybe, just maybe, this time things would work out. Maybe this time, this relationship would be…