Wed., Sept. 17, 2014 (6-7:30 p.m.) at Hyde Park Books on 13th St. in Boise
Fri., Sept 19, 2014 (6-7:30 p.m.) at Maui-Wowi on Franklin in Meridian
Spend an evening with local Idaho author Rochelle Cunningham. Learn how she navigated the difficulties and published her first 300-page memoir in just under seven months! Continue reading 10 Easy Steps for MEMOIR Writing
I remember some things...
About an old lover. Familiar
Pass incognito, beneath my covers
Continue reading Virtual Fantasy
A Man who use to run circles
Around giants twice his size
Now naps away what is left
Of the rest of his life
Continue reading A Time In Fall
…is the notion of residing safely tucked beneath your wings – going to cost me mine? Do I have to give up the best of me, to rest my head upon your chest at night? Continue reading WANTED: A Missing Man
There is a man out there…
…who conjures midnight reminders of my desire to possess him – still.
From the barren pillow sharing my bed, a warm phantom rises to wake me. Without a word, he takes my sleepy hand in his and leads me down another woman’s path. Continue reading Jealousy Of Night
Pearl, Idaho is silent. There aren’t even enough skeletons lying about to call her a ghost town. Many drive past – unaware they missed the old town entirely. Yet the curious, still attracted to the swath of land separating the Emmett Valley from the town of Horseshoe Bend, continue to make the 12 mile trip in from Boise.
Continue reading Pearl Whispers
The office serpentine
Crawls across my desk
Leaving a trail
While the clock on the wall
Casts her shadow
Continue reading Primordial Time Clock
Boiling a guilt slurry
Stirring life, shackles
Untied through broken
Lead – click click
Continue reading Where Will You Play Tomorrow
Confused and out of breath, I arrive at the Emergency Room.
It was a warm October evening when a set of glass doors parted, allowing me to enter the air-conditioned waiting room. The first thing I noticed was my fifteen year old brother, Jake, because he was covered in blood. He jumped up from an orange, plastic chair when he saw me. I looked past him to see my mother standing at the counter, filling out paper work in a short sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans. A patch of blood started at her right shoulder and had run down to her elbow and there were noticeable blood spots on her Levis. Looking down at the floor I saw blood trails and splatters everywhere. Continue reading Shotguns and Bowling Balls
During the turn of the nineteenth century, Pearl flourished as an Idaho mining town and home to more than 1,300 residents. Today, the locals and tourists attempt to find remnants of the once thriving town that exists now only as legend of a ghost town. Continue reading What Has Become of Pearl