Poetry
The Piano Appeared One Day
The piano appeared one day— an upright instrument laying on its side— abandoned steel and copper wires, a felled forest of resonant sounds: spruce, maple, and ash. No Good Samaritan…
Read MoreThe Cloth of Me
Driving to the airport, we talk of yesterday: Larry, our brother, up in his second-floor room behind a quarantine window, revealed between the strips of metal— real, not some wavering…
Read More5 Tips on Self-Publishing Your Book
For book writers, the publishing process is often a fearful mystery. Self-publishing a book can intensify this mystery, because it can seem like you’re all on your own, with no…
Read MoreWriting for Mindfulness: The Foundations of Mindful Writing
Being present, focusing on images, appreciating goodness: these are the foundations of mindful writing. Writing for mindfulness is a skill that any writer can develop, helping you to sharpen your…
Read MoreTOOTHLESS
Suzi got her teeth in Tijuana— now not an Implant in her head— courtesy of her filthy rich parents looking for a deal
Read MoreAunt Joan
My aunt is disappearing along with all the small talk, the old stories the laughs… Sometimes, when I visit her eyes flash for an instant with an old light before…
Read MoreCome Back
in your hospital gown bleached gray as an old dog’s beard, the robe hanging from the anvil of your back, gnarled feet in paper slippers. I’ll float you away on…
Read MoreWhile my Mother Dreams of Judge Judy
I dream, too. In this dream, Judy’s rage ruffles the quiet cut-outs of her collar. Madame! she shouts at the teen mother whose boyfriend’s Pitbull bites. First the boyfriend and…
Read MoreBeach Walk
I watched the surfers this morning. A ballet of arrowheads floated over jade glass, Cormorants as audience dove alongside. They remind me of the Bongo Board, mom balanced barefooted in…
Read MoreFaces
My granddaughter’s eyelashes are arcs of fringe at the edge of her lids as she stares down at a sheet of paper, her right hand, intent on capturing the two…
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