A Writer's 21st Century Memoir.

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#OctPoWriMo: Oct 13th-15th

Pomona, agriculture apple apple tree

Pomona, agriculture apple apple tree

OctPoWriMo #13: Animals 

A friend to horses, and a love of dogs; 
A mom to cats, and a leader to hens. 
I’ve watched you to take care of so many  
whether they had two legs or four. 
Your love of life extends to all 
Your kindness radiates only love. 
I’ve seen you save the life of the lost 
And wonder how you still do more.  (more…)


OctPoWriMo: Oct 6th, 7th, & 8th

love and beach sunset

love and beach sunset

OctPoWriMo #6: Selflessness

Above you.
You place the entire world upon your shoulders
and put all the people living on top of the blue planet
before you.
Beside you.
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Poetry For The 21st Century | The Ocean’s Greetings

Ocean

I was greeted by the warm rays that rained down from the summer sun
And felt the cool kisses quickly land on my cheek from the ocean’s salty breeze.
I looked for the usual crowd of people relaxing on the sand but found none
And left the quiet beach alone to do as she pleased.

I wandered off into town and stumbled on to the Spanish Father’s mission,
An old building for church service long before there stood a town.
I walked along the waterway listening to the sound of rushing water in repetition
And walked across the wooden bridge while trying to avoid looking down. (more…)


Why Learn Sign Language?

Learning American Sign Language

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My sister and I walked into the brand-new humanities building after struggling for a minute or two to find parking. We had arrived in two different vehicles from our respective work locations and ventured down the hall together.

“I actually walked in and found the classroom and the bathroom,” my sister said. We reached the door to the classroom, which was slightly ajar. A group of students of all ages, races, and genders sat somewhat scattered around the small lecture room. My sister and I grabbed our seats next to each other off to the side of the classroom. (more…)


Celebrating Rejection

writing rejected from publishers

writing rejected from publishers

I grabbed my bagel and coffee from the common folding table found at the back of the meeting room. The table was draped with a bright white cloth which illuminated every crumb or innocent splash and spill of the water that dripped from the chilled water dispenser or the coffee that didn’t quite make it all the way into a writer’s cup. I would take my regular seat towards the back of the conference room and listen to the monthly updates from the writers’ community in Kern County. (more…)