R. M. LippertCamp MorningsPropane and coffee. The sizzle and warm toasty scent of camp potatoes and sausage. Slowly these things seep into my consciousness, the same…3 min read·Nov 1, 2021----
R. M. LippertI Went to Fred Fletcher Park for a Walk1/ I went to Fred fletcher park for a walk, past the benches dedicated to Sarah Britt Parker, Edith Bragg, Peggy Rose, and Rosa Lee…1 min read·Oct 28, 2021----
R. M. LippertKnownIn blades of tender grass and opulent black raspberry bushes edging the woods, I look for myself. Barefoot, I pad along the steaming road…1 min read·Oct 24, 2021----
R. M. LippertAgainthe silver moon dips below the edge of the velvet lilac cloud blush rises from the points of the trees at times I feel painted too gilded…1 min read·Oct 24, 2021----
R. M. LippertOn Flying HomeLake Michigan is a solid blue phenomenon below us. An ocean — but not — fading seamlessly into the blue-white sky. I’m overcome. By…3 min read·Oct 19, 2021----
R. M. LippertHelloMy name is Rebecca and I’ll be sharing my poetry, essays, and fiction with you because that’s what writers do.2 min read·Oct 19, 2021----
R. M. LippertFear and ExcessA little less than two years ago, my husband and I booked a Grand Canyon rafting trip with 22 other people we had just met at the start of…7 min read·May 10, 2018----
R. M. LippertSummer Nightbeat beat black flick again across an ink pool sky spilling behind the tremulous branches1 min read·Apr 27, 2018----