Independent Writers Studio Press

12/07/2025

“If Wishes Were Horses

beggars would ride." If horses were wishesI'd have one her name would be Ruth I'd live on a ranchmy barn painted red Ruth and I'd go ridingBeneath the hunter's moonTill it fell from the sky I'd give my horse wingsand we'd prop the moon backgive it a lift And Ruth and I'd flythe moon hanging rightoh, if horses were wishesthis beggar would ride.

beggars would ride.” If horses were wishesI’d have one her name would be Ruth I’d live on a ranchmy barn painted red Ruth and I’d go ridingBeneath the hunter’s moonTil…

12/05/2025

Breaking Down Boxes in December

It is a day for sweatpants and double layers, what my brother called the "comfortables." A day to look at the garage, or as I call it, my storage facility. Five boxes awaited destruction. In slippers and sweats, a dull knife and an equally dull pair of garage scissors, I got the job done. December is a good month for emptying shelves and opening up space....

It is a day for sweatpants and double layers, what my brother called the “comfortables.” A day to look at the garage, or as I call it, my storage facility. Five boxes awaited destructio…

12/03/2025

Hmmm …

After 15 years, I installed a new computer and changed the theme of my blog. I want to have full color photos and I'm not quite sure how to get rid of the colorized matchy matchy to the theme version. I'll be working on that. I am writing a sequel to my Tibet-inspired novels. I'll have more about that as I go, as well....

After 15 years, I installed a new computer and changed the theme of my blog. I want to have full color photos and I’m not quite sure how to get rid of the colorized matchy matchy to the theme…

12/02/2025

When the Day is Dark

My morning mantra When it's dark, be the light It's December 2, 2025 My mind dulled by the deep gray of rain clouds over the bleak, blackened dahlia stalksrain falls outside the night-cold house. When it's dark, be the lightI conjure all the muscle-memory lightI'm able. Stand up and breathe inan attempt at gathering lightlike kindling to set the morning right…...

My morning mantra When it’s dark, be the light It’s December 2, 2025 My mind dulled by the deep gray of rain clouds over the bleak, blackened dahlia stalksrain falls outside the night-c…

03/09/2025

03/09/2025

See You at Bellis Fair, Saturday, March 15.
There's a Whole Lot of Book Sales Going On

01/29/2025

Matilde, the Dahlia Doula a poem from Mt. Temporary

January 29, 2025Day 23 I watch Matilde, her bright fuchsia dressclings to her opulent body—she sets her high-polishedhooked garden knife aside, wiped clean and goes on to the next dahlia tuber Oh, …

01/29/2025

January 29, 2025Day 23 I watch Matilde, her bright fuchsia dressclings to her opulent body—she sets her high-polishedhooked garden knife aside, wiped clean and goes on to the next dahlia tuber Oh, you will be lovely, Matilde sings the words, a bedazzled garden bloomsin the paradise of her mind. She fingers the dahlia's moon-like surfaceand squints as she brings the tuber eye level,...

January 29, 2025Day 23 I watch Matilde, her bright fuchsia dressclings to her opulent body—she sets her high-polishedhooked garden knife aside, wiped clean and goes on to the next dahlia tuber Oh, …

01/18/2025

Mt. Temporary is a series of poems based on a move I made eight years ago. I am in no now way done. Enjoy the ride with me.

January 18, 2025 Day 12 Everything is Alright Home after a long day in a stacked-like-pancakes medical building. My head buzzes with the whirs of tests, machines, and doctors. The phlebotomist whis…

01/12/2025

The 2024 Global Thriller Semi-Finals for High Stakes Suspense is here! Hold onto your seats, because the world is in danger in these fast-paced books!

01/10/2025

Water Lily Village January 10, 2025 Day 3 Omar, the weathercaster, ponders the heavens,while I ponder him. Green-eyed and freckled-facedhis gray dreads hang below his shoulders; he towers over me,stern lines furrow his brow, but theDrop crotch pants and mango tunic make me smile. You think it’ll snow? I sayI see his breath as he slowly exhales....

Water Lily Village January 10, 2025 Day 3 Omar, the weathercaster, ponders the heavens,while I ponder him. Green-eyed and freckled-facedhis gray dreads hang below his shoulders; he towers over me,s…