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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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)

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)

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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)

Recent Poetry

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The river she flows deep tonight, her banks are overrun, washing away the heaviness, collapsing ’neath the flood. [continue] ...

The River Flows Deep (a poem)

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How much does one have to suffer before we accept them on our shores? Is their pain enough to satisfy us, the gatekeepers of freedom? [continue] ...

Our Christian Nation (a poem)

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

I was soft (a poem)

Recent Articles

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We can stay true to ourselves in the midst of their pressure. (763 words) [continue] ...
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Lessons We Learn (article)

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)

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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Hundreds of golden fireflies illuminate a night scene amongst tall grass in a thicket of trees. Photo taken in a forest in Thailand.
I walked out of the din, wandered into the yard. I never thought performing would be so damned hard. [continue] ...

Performance Anxiety (a poem)

An empty school hallway with rust-colored, painted student lockers and yellow-beige walls. A single tan, covered garbage can sits aside one of the walls.
Another family dinner. Another empty room. Another grieving parent. Another lost too soon. [continue] ...

Another… (an anaphoric poem)

Surrounded by tiny bubbles, a woman in her bridal dress sinks deep beneath the surface of the water.
The waves are crashing over me, while life is rushing past. I try to stay above the water but hope is sinking fast.

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Crashing (a poem)

 


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