(Not) Fitting In: A Contemplation on Reincarnation
A jumble of puzzle pieces… I’d like you to imagine hundreds of jigsaw puzzle pieces scattered randomly in front of you. There...
by a window, waiting
by a window — she waits. the sky slowly bleeds from wine to blackest ink. lit by the cool incandescent glow of...
on huron street
on some summer afternoons i used to kneel as if in prayer by an open bedroom window with my gaze fixed on...
ocean city (5:27 am)
salty waves crash the beach. in the moonlight seagulls fly past like ufos. to the left an unseen dog barks at ghosts...
if given the chance
if it was sunny i’d sit on the front porch while breezes set birch leaves fluttering in the late afternoon sun. if...
Who Do You Think You Are?
I opted to post something a bit differently for you today, not simply because my very dear friend Mark Shepard mentioned me...
forever out of reach
i wasn’t there when izumi’s tears flowed like mountain streams spilling swollen banks to cascade down silky milk-white cheeks better suited for...
tuesday afternoon
a gang of warblers play a game of tag by the bath occasionally pausing to dip while two gold finches on a...