Humor Poetry The Hippy Dippy Yoga Retreat–Day Six

“And as I was in yoga nirvana—savasana, I smelled something smoldering. I thought that Ma-Haha was burning incense, but soon my feet got unbearably hot, and once I looked down my Manduka—there was a fire. Arbuckle had accidentally dropped a lit match on my yoga mat.”

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I am an author, poet, humorist, and short story writer from Palm Springs, California. I write about various topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia to my years as a family therapist and finally to my soul-searching in California. These are poetic narratives that may have humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry and stories resonate with you.

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