garbage bins stand, at attention, curbside —
refuse-bags filled with autumn leaves,
their lonely compatriots
in the dark, driving rain of an early morning
Published Non-Fiction 10.26.2025
I’m pleased to share a short story, one I wrote a few months ago about a date gone horribly wrong from my late 20s. It was just published today, online, in Roi Faineant.
It’s my first foray into non-fiction. The piece is called Spermy and I hope you’ll enjoy it!
slowly, for now
a rally of leaves
pepper the front yard —
a small gathering forms
beneath the maple
and the oak
mix & match
husband does all the cooking
garbage patrol is my domain
mowing, half & half
he does the front, I do the back
Published Poem 10.24.2025
My prose poem, what I really meant, was published today in the 3rd issue of The Creekside Magazine which is self-described as, “reminiscent of camping as a child, of the wafting scent of baking cookies, the taste of cigarettes in the air at Grandma’s house. We want works suggest of or about home and belonging (whatever that means to you).”
Thanks for looking. I hope you enjoy it!
mellow sun, aqua skies
brittle October morning
these are the days
I’ve looked forward to all year
so few, so far between
but oh! so worth the wait
grocery list
acorn squash & sausages
Honeycrisps, for apple crumble
hearty supper, scrumptious dessert
all in one (autumnal) fell swoop
windburn
crisp autumn air
I love the brisk chill
hands seeking warmth
in my hoodie pocket
Wordless Wednesday
winter dips her toe
tumbles of shriveled hydrangea
flyaways from our neighbor’s garbage
the rattle of northwesterly winds
frost warnings for the overnight —
an unsettling toward what comes next
A Sawyer's Daughter 
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