Everyone I talk to says this pandemic’s

Hairy business.

I was wondering how much dark it would dredge up

How much weird and sludge

(Quite a lot, and now

We’ve had the span for attention)

Whether we’d re-emerge shiny and bright

(Can’t tell yet)

Or wait, then sink, then grumble back

To our starting places.

Would it turn us around,

Wedge us into a new corner?

How much time do we need to go in then come out

Better than before?

I’d thought murky times herald light

But I’m not sure.

We were hoping for change,

Our Renaissance

Maybe it’s the desperation

Or maybe I’ve just got good friends

But people kept saying we’d found


Or the space for it,

If we acted.

Have we acted, yet?

(Where are our stimulus checks?)

Big Business

Last week I interviewed a badass young woman who recently won the New England Golden Gloves boxing tournament. She’s kicked and pushed and drilled her way to getting where she is, no matter the resistance. She told me a story of high school struggles in a plastic fabrications shop. She worked almost solely with men, and a darling older guy came round to work under her after she’d already been at the shop for 5 years. The man couldn’t deal with her authority. A 17-year-old girl with vast experience, a higher pay grade and management responsibilities? The gentleman ended up leaving the shop, aggressively, making it well known that he didn’t like how the setup was run.

This poem is for the ladies who work hard to take their place in a world that’s not always keen to have them in the positions they’re so capable of. Continue reading “Big Business”


We’ve got to keep reminding ourselves that there’s power in anger and how we direct it. We’ve got to remember to care. We’ve got to remember to not let “those” moments slip by. We’ve got to remind ourselves about what’s important. Posted with gratitude for the writing class that’s reminding me not to get too complacent, not to lose sight. It’s gratitude for all the incredible women writers who inspire, who push, who challenge, who contend. Thanks to the great women who never stop moving. Continue reading “Tights”