“He tricked us . . . and burned our homes down”
I sat in on a lecture a couple of years ago and listened as a docent from Whitehall talked about Henry Flagler, the man who forged a path through the […]
I was a Calusa once
By Rosa Sophia This poem was inspired by my visit to Fort Center and Fisheating Creek. What an incredible place. I know I was born here once. Bicycle wheels on […]
Relaxation is key
A lot has been going through my mind lately. All of it messy, confusing– human. We live such fascinating, full lives. But it’s important to remember to relax. I enjoyed […]
Walk your talk
Whenever I go for a run, I am horrified by the amount of trash I see on the side of the road. Therefore, my little corner of the road is […]
No matter where I go, Florida is my home
by Rosa Sophia Soar upward into gray skies, I cringe at searing light step onto the tarmac and breathe in city nights born to ice and snow, slipping head first […]
Writing emotion. Or, how to turn on a car.
I feel like I’m behind the wheel of a car and I can’t figure out how to turn it on. Maybe there’s no ignition, or I just can’t find it. […]
My other car is a sleigh
I didn’t sleep very well last night. Early this morning I was awoken by a clatter above my room, so I crawled out of bed with the cats, and we […]
In Scranton
by Rosa Sophia, 2009 When you’re running don’t run to Scranton don’t trip and fall in reeking gutters don’t stop for gas or lose yourself you’ll have to face hunched-over […]
My starter must be broken
I read this definition of the word grief this morning, and I realized this is how I feel much of the time: A sense that something has been taken, a […]
Still finding friends in graveyards: the poem
I wrote this poem in 2010, and it was the inspiration for my memoir of the same title. Rosa Sophia Hot cup of coffee on a cold morning. The small […]