Whether you have arrived here with intentionality or by sheer happenstance, I celebrate your arrival to my (both literal and figurative) domain. You now find yourself in the not-quite-hallowed halls of the grand repository of my nonsensical ramblings, thoughtful diatribes, and therapeutic musings.

My hope is for you to feel a sense of connection. If you find yourself relating to, or moved by, one of my pieces, please grace me with a comment or two to let me know how I am doing.

I implore thee, impart upon me thy words.

Like most artists, my cravings include caffeine, excessive wordplay, structure that I can both follow and ignore, and thoughtful feedback, which helps me to better understand the ways people connect with my writings.

Have an enjoyable stay.



~ elr


Poetry Favorites

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An open book, with pages extended upward, lies on a light-colored wooden desk. Sparkles, light, and smoke appear to be coming from within it.
Enjoying the beauty of meter and rhyme, a poem revealed inscribing each line. One day I'll be lost to the passage of time, but dreams will live on in this poem of mine. [continue] ...

Enjoying the beauty (a poem)

Black smoke in the shape of a side portrait of a woman's face. The black tendrils of smoke create the feeling of long wavy hair blowing in the wind. Double exposure.
This is one of those awkward moments, we all have them and yet in the midst of it I feel so foolish, exposed, helpless, and alone. [continue] ...

Awkward Moments (a poem)

A quill pen and an ink well rest on an old, open book in a library.
Let us begin to write with colour. Measuring beats with the stroke of a pen. Not all are meant to share with another, but help us recall lost moments again. [continue] ...
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Poets (a poem)

Recent Poetry

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View from inside a curling blue ocean wave toward the distant shoreline
The tide has turned on evil men. Their reign of terror at its end. (the third in a series) [continue] ...

The Tide Has Turned (a poem)

Frost-covered graves in a desolate cemetery with leaning tombstones and barbed wire in the background.
We all take our grave at the end of our days. Dreams left unfinished as the body decays …lying silent as children play. [continue] ...

What is to come? (a poem)

Woman wearing a black top holding a blue magnifying glass and red flashlight, looking puzzled as she inspects something off-screen.
We all have a babysitter, she's not family, per se. She moved into our home and it seems she's here to stay. [continue] ...

Auntie Social (a poem)

Recent Articles

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Person wearing a cream striped robe standing near calm water, hand resting at the side (no face shown).
I have seen too much to believe in them anymore. I have lost my faith. (417 words) [continue] ...

Faith Redefined (article)

Two stacked electronic keyboards on a wooden shelf against a red brick wall, with ship models and books on the shelves nearby.
Though my parents hadn’t encouraged me in the pursuit of my dreams, my friend showed that he believed in me, and that sometimes we may need to pivot. (1,436 words) [continue] ...

Set the Past Aside (article)

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I know the world is a scary place right now. I will not sugar coat that fact. (478 words) [continue] ...

Business advice for me, from me. (article)

Recent Thoughts

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Collage of poetry-themed images arranged in a grid, framed by an ornate gold frame. Includes open books, a word cloud of poetry terms, and writing objects.
I did a search for an image to accompany my latest poem, and these were the results. [continue] ...

Another Trope (thoughts)

Sad woman surrounded by people walking on a busy street.
Most of my life, I have been chasing approval. [continue] ...

Chasing Approval (thoughts)

Today, I realized. (thoughts)
Just when I think I’m at a point where I’m okay and can finally start moving forward, someone casually or incendiarily hurls those three words, burning me to the core. [continue] ...

Today, I realized. (thoughts)

Recent Stories

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A man preparing to drive a white, painted finishing nail into a board with a hammer while his left hand supports the nail. A ladder, shop benches and tools are visible in the background.
In 1984, I decided to pierce my left ear. I did it myself with a bag of ice, a sterilized needle, and a bar of soap. (492 words) [read] ...

The Earring

A bright red umbrella site alone on an aged European, wet, gray brick street. Overlay of pianist playing piano.
Pianist and Composer, Jason Fervento asked, "How does this song make you feel?" (107 words) [read] ...

I Stand Alone (a vignette)

A monochrome image of snow falling softly on a line of wood and cast-iron benches that line the sidewalk in a New York City park. In the background, old buildings stretch into the distance.
Sometimes the warmth we need comes from an unexpected place. A novella (10,025 words). [read] ...

Cold

Topics

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Image Credit: "A boy in a superman costume runs across the green field at sunset" by megaalex11590
Heroes stand tall, for those who feel small, lifting their spirits to the sky. Lost courage regained, we move past the pain, never again asking why. [continue] ...

Heroes (a poem)

A wide path, strewn with fallen autumn leaves, divides into two paths that diverge in different directions. Autumn landscape.
The promise kept them, hope sustained them, every day a little less. [continue] ...

The Divorce. (an acrostic poem)

A red-eyed businessman with steam coming out of his ears.
Foreign governments, bots, trolls, scammers, and paid actors are attempting and, in some cases, succeeding in undermining our country by further dividing us. (567 words) [continue] ...

A Deeper Look (article)

 


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