Posted in memoir, writers, Writing for healing


In the writer’s group

the women wouldn’t read each other’s book recommendations

and after two of them moved out of state

they never bothered to talk again.


Years went by

in established hierarchy.

What was once said in syrupy hours of attention

disappeared into a silent standoff.


Another writing coach urges the buddy system

while I keep silent.

Wondering, knowing

we will never pick up the phone.


You first.







I'm writing. I haven't been on my blog much, so please forgive the lack of updates. I'm doing art. My life is dedicated to any cause that helps the planet and is good for children and other living beings. Don't get me started on politics because it won't be pretty. Humor helps. Check y'all later.

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