Yes, it has. Outside of my abcess and oral surgery, things are going well- Red Dashboard LLC Publishing is off to a good start, my first book is finished, and a few new poems were picked up and are in StillCrazyLitMagazine – ‘Mirrored’ and ‘Can’t Shake These Cowgirl Blues’. Both recently written pieces.

I was invited to participate in a New Years Eve poetry/performance marathon reading in NYC- ESTRELLAS EN EL FUEGO!/STARS IN THE FIRE! The Alternative New Year’s Day Spoken Word/Performance Extravaganza 20th ANNIVERSARY, and am excited. The literary scene is hopping this year and next. The AWP conference is in Seattle and I will be there for the week.

On a more personal note I will be having gastric bypass surgery, hopefully in the spring or summer. I am ready to shed the weight I gained after my daughter passed away 13 years ago. Getting around has been tough, it is time to begin anew in body, mind, and in spirit.

Happy New Year Everyone! PeACE… E

(photo above is Flanders the duck on Long Island- Northfork, Long Island, NY, and in Flanders the town)

Merry Christmas

December 22, 2013


Dear Santa,

I dreamed of the aluminum Christmas tree we always had in our one bedroom duplex in Dallas, Texas. The one that replaced real white pines each year we could not have, because this middle child was allergic. Somehow mom managed to cover that entire thing with what they now call vintage plastic (cheap M.E. Moses ornaments) round and oblong things; color on the back and clear plastic to view inside sparkly designs. Maybe I remember sitting on the floor staring up at it as the string of lights lighting up the entire room, even my small body. Maybe, because there was a picture of me staring up at it on the small table my father made for me; just my size formica green with glitter set in, and four welded u-shaped legs. And because it set up there, bigger than life, while I was down on the hardwood floor smiling as if the whole experience made me giddy. No, I was not happy. I was squinting. Because, I could barely see it. I was half blind, me age two with my cat eye glasses. One day I was going to mature and realize that damn thing was only two feet high, and not the big elaborate consciousness kids believed in. Maybe it had already begun and someone captured it on film December 22nd, 1963.




It’s getting closer. A project I’ve worked on for five years. My book began as a pilgrimage of my family. Then I wrote a grief manuscript. Then a childhood prose book emerged. I went back to the family m/s under pressure from hubs to get something done, but it didn’t feel right. I sent it out a few years ago and got mixed feelings. It was a mish mash of so many things, so many good things, but not meant to be thrown together.

I went back to the drawing board and turned ‘Cast Iron Tempo’ into ‘My South By Southwest…’, and sought out a writing coach team over the past year to develop what turned into my new body of work. It still contains elements of my family, but after reading The Mystic West by Robert Athearn, well, my work has really developed.

Now the question, do I self publish? Or seek out another press.

Here is an excerpt (lines which aren’t all together, parts) from one of the poems.

“Before Sunrise Finds You”

Southerners, like me –

with a drawl and a twist of the eye
Y’all come visit now.

Oh my darlin, oh my darlin
Let songs wet your lips: press them
into sweet honey dripping,
from morning biscuits,

half a dozen, buttery smooth
as the tip of a cowboy’s hat…