I have not been happy with the dry, stale idea I had for this week’s blog. A better one came to me yesterday but I did not write it down, and now it’s gone. So where do I find another? If I want oranges, I take my string bag to the store and buy oranges,…

1. Jeweled Fabergé eggs did not save the Russian czar. 2. In Europe eggs are not washed nor refrigerated, and seldom does anyone get sick from eating them. 3. A goose egg is good for the goose and the gander, less so for the scoreboard or your head. 4. An egg fits into the human…

Remember when Alfred Hitchcock glided across the TV screen to the sound of Charles Gounod‘s Funeral March of a Marionette? All we saw was Alfred’s shadow. He bid us “Good evening,” and got out of the way to let the story unfold. This approach works for most writers, not so much for musicians or dancers,…

Last week I read at West Side Books in Denver. The poems were mostly from RED GODDESS POEMS, including one that tells a story about the shape shifting abilities of the ban filid, mythical women with the power to change their appearance–without mascara or blush. The women my poem “The Warriors” have a disagreement that…