Tax Season Surprise

Eat Taxes for Dinner Ten years of 1040s nibbled by the tiniest of tiny teeth like zippers that traveled back and forth across the top of my marital status my earnings, my dependents, my citizenry and found home. My cold cabinet in the gray garage made warm in even the harshest of mountain winters by pipsqueaks who... Continue Reading →

Period Myths, or a Blood-letting

  Oh how the blood stories continue. Here are two pieces that look at the fiction around menstruation, and the truths. My own poem "All the Protection You Need", which quotes a litany of sanitary product packaging text, and I've re-posted right here beside today's book review "New Book Busts Myths About Menstruation Spread by... Continue Reading →

Go on a Kiss Adventure

  Every kiss adventure begins with one kiss. The first one. First kisses, as in the first time you kiss a person whom you have never kissed, as in a kiss kiss--not a grandma’s peck or baby’s burble, although those are pretty wonderful--but the first kiss with your crush. First kiss with your date. Your... Continue Reading →

Plight of the Introvert

Plight of the Introvert Balled up like an armadillo fisted claws below my chin I stare straight at my belly it’s empty again hollow as my foraged nest my view until breakfast Coyote struts away, pillager he spilled my cache What’s he want with ants or grasshopper stew? Mere appetizers lucky you. Curled up and... Continue Reading →

Finally Returned, Since October, Mackler Moments, and A Poem: “Gracious”

Moments matter. That is my wisdom for the year. Call them Mackler Moments. Call this an Anne Marambling. It doesn't matter. But the moment, it matters. Love Found The moment the bride and groom become one. That moment, that one, when a binding smile enveloped each of us who was present to witness these nuptials.... Continue Reading →

Shopping for Caskets

Or Three Poems and a Funeral So it is October. The month when the veil between this life and after is its thinnest. And the clouds are their most dramatic. And the colors. And so many friends have recently lost parents. Loved ones. And so I offer this. Three poems, and accompanying blather looking at death.... Continue Reading →

Be Like the Moon, or the Sun

Trust. It’s everywhere. So many things are reliable. Trustworthy. The sun will rise. It will set. The moon cycles around our planet. Concrete hurts if you bonk your head on it. A feather pillow is a soft  place to rest your sore noggin. So many things, at first, seem unreliable. But once you get to... Continue Reading →

Let’s Begin this Day, Shall We?

Let's Begin this Day Oh, the existential crisis of it all. Am I odd in my daily questioning of purpose? The history and plight of our existence? The why's and wherefore's of this reflection I observe? This being? The physical. And the verb. To be. Shakespeare offered an option. Or not. To be, that is.... Continue Reading →

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