The sun rose this morning
The sun rose this morning at 3:14 Everyone was quite surprised. The lavender was caught near the wisteria with its pants down. The lemon was so astonished, given how...
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My heart is a bookstore
My heart is a bookstore. Full of stories, and the promises of the wide world. But less and less visited. Something has moved on. My mind has a digital heart that is...
Read MoreJune itself announcing
What do you want to be when you grow up? And the answers for a large pink boy were: fireman, policeman, truck driver. I wanted to be the papier-mâché bank I could never...
Read MoreWhen I was 20, I read a book
When I was 20, I read a book about chakras and imagined them as different car headlights hung inside my body their electrical connections dangling, like jellyfish, out...
Read MoreWhat were you going to ask?
What were you going to ask me moments ago when I went to tell you that the tea was ready and I blurted into the suddenly-still room where your mother’s doilies...
Read MoreAbout Me
2013's stranger than I expected.
Back to working on my book Empath. (See the menu!) Doing a big re-edit and hopefully writing an ending that works.
After that is my poetry book, Fighting for Peace, featuring some of the poems you may find here. Thanks for stopping by.