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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My Transgender Agenda (a poem)
In light of recent events, I thought I’d come clean and share… My Trans Agenda. [continue] ...

My Transgender Agenda (a poem)

A woman dancing at the beach as the sun goes down over Bali, as seen from Gili, Indonesia.
Ever speaking of future, my dreams I would share. Oh the things I'd accomplish, when I arrived there. When at last I looked back, it was then I did find, my life was created, one day at a time. [continue] ...
: Favorites, Inspiration, Poems

Only Today (a poem)

Image Credit: "Cotswold side yard at Greenfield Village" by E.L. Redwine
Today I rose before my eyes could see. To keep them closed is just stupidity. With all the struggle that’s in front of me, feet hit the floor. The morning paper smacks me in the face. Sometimes this world can be an awful place. Lost my faith in the human race. Then I look next door. [continue] ...
: Favorites, Introspection, Poems

Greener (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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burning orange candles close up (Image: Ivan Kmit)
We are still unable to protect ourselves and our trans siblings from the destructive power of propaganda, bigotry, hatred, and violence that are still part of daily life for marginalized communities around the world. [continue] ...

TDOR (speech)

School kid bullies sit on a brick stairway above a boy who is seated, with his head against a brick wall. The victim's expression shows feelings of rejection and ridicule.
Remember the ones you passed in the hall never stopping to talk or know them at all? The awkward kid who didn’t fit in tried to make friends but just couldn’t win? [continue] ...

To those who never read me. (a poem)

The beautiful red and gold shimmerings of the rising sun streak across the stippled clouds, contrasting with the iridescent blue morning sky.
The beautiful morning sky assails my sleepy eyes. It stirs my soul as in days of ol’ when she brought a smile to thine. [continue] ...

Morning Glory (a limerick)

 


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