Top Stories

This was my very first top story (and it won an unofficial challenge!), back when I was a newcomer to the platform.

My next one was a short story, "Still Life," that I've since deleted in hopes of taking it further.

This response to Eliot's Waste Land was next:

Towards the end of Indian Summer last year, this poem received recognition:

It was followed by this one, written with a specific evil stepmonster in mind:

My next top story was for this poem about the little things that drive us batshit crazy:

It was followed by this tough love for writers essay:

Next was this one, one of the few I've written for/about my husband:

The next one was my tongue-in-cheek entry for the "Instructions for a Feeling" challenge (it didn't receive recognition in the challenge):

My next one has a little more attitude:

I swear I haven't written much poetry for/about my husband, but this one about our relationship was also recognized:

My first attempt at noir was well-received:

This one is perhaps the piece I'm proudest of. It was a top story and a challenge winner. The idea about Circe in disguise had been simmering in the back of my mind for over twenty years.

The next one came during Masters Week, a vignette about a year when I chose not to go to the golf course.

This one is just a bit of my insanity:

In this one, I just slipped into a voice and ran with it, and Masie Adams entered the world.

This one is about my brief dance with horror. Totally not for me. I imagine I'll have to finish some of these stories someday, but it won't be this year.

My next moment of recognition came from embracing my nerdiness and love of T.S. Eliot.

My next one lifted my spirits--it came shortly after all of the insults and attacks.

The next one is part of my Persephone series:

My next recognition was for a piece I wrote for Raymend Taylor's super fun One Work challenge:

I wrote this for the "Static" challenge:

This one is for another unofficial challenge:

I wrote this one for a friend struggling with those damn demons:

This was an occasional poem I wrote on my daughter's birthday (she hates me).

And this is (currently) my most recent recognition: