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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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 close-up photo of the right side of the front of a redheaded caucasian woman's face with her eye closed, blinking.
An hour lasts forever. A lifetime’s just a blink. The time it takes to get there is never what you think. [continue] ...

Blink (a poem)

A 3D rendering of a darkened child's room at night. A red alarm clock sits atop a book beside a lamp on the nightstand, illuminating part of the room. The blanket and sheet are pulled down, and the bed lies empty save for two pillows and a teddy bear. From beneath the bed, two tentacles reach out.
Awakened again, unable to sleep, for the stirrings below of leviathans deep. [continue] ...

Three A.M. (a poem)

Recent Poetry

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Soft cloud background with colorful.
It’s an age old story, one that is not mine alone. [continue] ...

I was soft (a poem)

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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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The United States Declaration of Independence, lying on a wooden table, with an American flag casually draped across the table above it.
Liberty is having agency over one’s own destiny and decisions. Liberty cannot truly exist without the ability to govern what happens to and with one’s own body. (724 words) [continue] ...

Liberty (article)

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)

A dirty book of music, with one page torn out, lies open against a window overlooking a wooded area, within an abandoned kindergarten in the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone.
The sky is still blue, yet my happiness wanes. Under the weight of words, the melody strains. [continue] ...

The Final Melody (a poem)

 


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