To Katia Mitova's Dream Diary

To Katia Mitova's Dream Diary

Thank you for the door into night.
You have cut it with heavy scissors
and we bend it it open it.
Night on one side
and night on the other.
Sarah Webb's poetry collections, Red Riding Hood’s Sister (Virtual Artists Collective, 2018) and Black (Virtual Artists Collective, 2013) can be purchased for $15 each from

or buy a signed copy at a reading.

Error leads to error in Red Riding Hood’s Sister, as a girl in love finds her marriage has turned violent. The poems in this collection mix fairy tale and dream with the everyday to tell the story of a girl not so different from anyone else who finds herself in a desperate situation. Sarah Webb's 2018 memoir, Red Riding Hood’s Sister looks into abusive marriage. What traps us? What can set us free?
The poems in Black come in large or small ways from the peoples of all the major religions and shamanism. Poems call on the traditions of every continent as well as from ancients living before times in memory. I made up modern myths too and told stories from science and everyday life.

My aim in all of it was to find the root beneath the hints and stories. What is it that we all share, that we sense beneath the surface?

Center of the World

2019 trip across the West
highlight of the trip so far--
the farmer at Fuzzy's Corners on Highway 29 where it intersections the road down to Kingsland 
(I came back to lake overnight to pick up some stuff and take a 5 minute swim, so this is headed west, day 2)

The man teased me when I said I was headed to the Northwest. "Abilene? Dalhart? he said. I never leave the county anymore. Why? The Hill Country is the bone and marrow of the world. That, or Israel."
I ignored the overtone of biblical prophesy and agreed, "Yes, the Hill Country is the center of everything."

Red Riding Hood's Sister finalist for Oklahoma book Award

I'll be going back up to Oklahoma after 3 days at home for the Oklahoma Book Awards.  Red Riding Hood's Sister is a finalist for the award in poetry.  I'll found out at the banquet this Friday if it made it past finalist.  Finalist is pretty good if it stops there, but fingers crossed!

Post Script to Writing to Heal Workshop

Sunday I taught a Writing to Heal workshop at the Will Rogers Activity Center in Oklahoma City, through the Parks and Recreation Department.  I enjoyed it a lot, not only the teaching and sharing but also meeting the people who came to learn and write.

A few things I've been thinking about--

1--Remember to protect your writing by being careful about sharing, particularly those who wrote on topics that were troubling to them.

If you came more to find a way into writing (several of you in the workshop), you can share your early efforts or not.  If you do,  pick people who are supportive.  That matters when you begin to write because sometimes people shut you down without realizing it.  They think you want a critique when all you really want to do is let them see what you are doing. Over time you develop a thicker skin and you don't take it so seriously when somebody doesn't understand what you were trying to do.  (There will always be some who don't "get it" and others who do).  You can always say, "I'm not looking for feedback.  I'm just sharing something I'm enjoying doing."

If you came with family members or friends (at least three sets of you), don't ask to see their writing.

2--On writing your story for children and grandchildren, of course you will share.  Some suggestions on getting ideas--
          --Look at old photos.  Write who was in the photo and what was happening then.
         --  If you have old letters, write down extra details.
         --  Tell stories about your childhood. What was life like?
         --  Write about major decisions you made.  What did you do?  Why?  What happened then?
         --Think--what do you want the children to understand? For them to understand, what do they need to know?

3--A question came up afterwards of where to hide writing if you really need to keep it secret.  I suggested to the two writers who asked:  1) you can destroy it (remember, it's writing it that heals, not so much reading it later), 2) you can find a place hidden away (mine was way back behind the water bed, though it was not as great a place as I thought).
I'd like to add to those,
idea 3) Give it to a good friend to keep for you and ask them to find a hidden place for it.  You might want it later to make sense of a confusing time.
Any other ideas?

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I am creating a Reading Schedule for Red Riding Hood's Sister.  Here's the calendar so far.


March 11   4 PM    Launch  Bookwoman, Austin, TX

April 4       7 PM    Reading and Open Mic,  Gina Zhidov's Photography Studio, 327 N. 6th St.,                                                
                               Chickasha, OK

April 6      2 PM    Reading,  Scissortail Writing Festival  East Central University, Ada, OK

Oct 5          7 PM  Featured Reader, Dallas Poetry Community, Half-Circle Books by NW      
                             Highway, Dallas, TX

Oct 28        2 PM.  IAO Featured Reader, Full Circle Bookstore, Oklahoma City, OK


Dec 9         2 PM   Reading, The Depot, Norman, OK

March 1    11AM   Women and Gender Panel,  People's Poetry Festival, Corpus Christi, TX

April 5        2 PM  Reading, Scissortail Festival, Ada, OK

April 7       2-4 PM Writing to Heal Workshop, Will Rogers Activity Center, Oklahoma City, OK

Aug 17       6:30.  Featured Reader, Third Saturday Coffee House, Cameron University, Lawton, OK        

Murphy, World Traveler

7-28-2014.  from 55mph-traveler (my travel writing blog)

Rex got a walk up to Main Street, where we strolled the shops (tattoo parlor, vintage store, CPA, architect, new marijuana outlet). When we got back Murphy wanted out, to goggle at a passerby and sniff her way along a neighbor's fence. Rex and I came too, as military support. There are supposed to be fierce cats in this neighborhood, and I know one for sure, an orange beast who terrorized my terrier Missy several years ago. 

On this trip, a black and white cat disappeared into an alley, then an orange one—younger, I think, than the old bandit who caused Missy problems. The orange cat advanced down the alley at Murphy, who seemed unconcerned, sniffing at the wine bottles in a neighbor's recycling bin. I took a step toward him and he disappeared, but he circled round to come up the driveway. There is a little cut-through to the trash can there, and, sure enough, when I looked down it, he was creeping up on us. When I appeared, he fled. Murphy seemed unaware of these interactions, but I doubt she was so nonchalant. I imagine her whirling, claws out, if the tabby had gotten near. 

Rex is usually patient with this sheepdog role—it's extra time out of doors, after all—but today he kept pulling hard toward every smell. I was taking notes in my journal, and it was hard to balance pen and paper.

The neighbor who walked his cat down the sidewalk a few days ago came out and put something in a car. A voice in conversation was audible from his porch, and I saw an older man with a cup there. Murphy investigated behind a fir bush, peeing I think. As she came out, she shook herself, freeing herself from spider web. We made our slow way back to the steps, Murphy stalking on hard, lion steps. 

When Rex hurried in, she sat to consider. I opened the door wide enough that she could see that was no trap from her rival. She and Rex have been skirmishing at his food bowl, and she has taken up residence on top of the plastic storage box that holds their treats.

A few minutes later as I cleaned the cat box, she went to the door again. She must be beginning to feel comfortable outside the house. We went out. I hosed down the cat box as she wandered. No Rex this time. 

                           With my slowness
                           I stop the world.
                           I choose the time--
                           you can wait.

                                         --Murphy the Cat      World