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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Teen girl behind barbed wired fence (Image: Wavebreakmedia Ltd.)
Constantly, you made me question myself. Relentlessly, you told me I was not enough. [continue] ...

How You Made Me Feel (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)

The picturesque autumn view of a beautiful golden sunrise. A dense fog covers a mountain valley with gold-colored trees lining the foreground.
everything is here for but a moment like a whisper half-spoken nearly existing vanishing in the soft light of a new day [continue] ...

whispers (a poem)

Recent Poetry

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“Friends will come and go, but family is forever.” — Mom [continue] ...

Hurting (a poem)

TV remote control. Searching through the channels.
We sit in comfort and watch them there, from the safe repose of our easy chair. [continue] ...

American Lethargy (a poem)

Recent Articles

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Looking through blinds
...the result was the same...my problems were still there, staring me in the face. (732 words) [continue] ...

Perspectives in Coping (article)

Music concert, hands raised in the shape of the heart.
Remember the artist, band, writer, poet, actor, or comedian who touched your heart, brightened your day, helped you through a rough patch, altered your view of the world or how you saw yourself? Remember that artist who affected you so much that it changed your life? (392 words) [continue] ...

Fond Memories (article)

A Christian holding a sign that says, "Repent. The Kingdom of God is near." Taken in ALBANY, NEW YORK, U.S.A. - Jun 09, 2020
Blasting people with scripture and judgments then walking away, leaves behind nothing but animosity and contempt... (641 words) [continue] ...

Poor Timing (article)

Recent Thoughts

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

Chasing Approval (thoughts)

Close up of the face of a woman who lies in bed her head is hidden under the covers
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)

Close-up of a lioness, open-mouthed, roaring, teeth bared in the light rain.
They have seen it all and stood strong despite the pushback. They have the scars to show for it, but they also have resilience. [continue] ...

On Days Like Today (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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A precariously balanced stack of stones sits beside a small creek in the woods.
So many things that eat my time, yet again I’m at the store. I haven’t time to use them all I think, as I buy more. These things are mine, or so it seems. At least I paid the fee. Now as I look at all I own, I see it’s owning me. [continue] ...
: Introspection, Poems

Stuff (a poem)

An old, abandoned wheelchair and wooden crutches on a basement cement floor with other abandoned items in a pile behind them.
We all have scars that tell their tales of times we hurt and those we failed. [continue] ...
: Favorites, Introspection, Poems

The Broken (a poem)

The poem "We have lots of time" consists of the title, a byline, and a single period as the poem itself.
I was at the hospital with my dad. He was there to be tested for an issue related to what took my mom’s life a few years before. While waiting, an idea for a poem hit me. [continue] ...

We have lots of time (a poem)

 


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