The Hour of the Wolves
byoot falls on concrete. White noise that lulls me back to the waking dream. Wash, rinse, repeat that fine linen suit. Keep it primed…
NEW YORK, NY
A Soliloquy to Writer’s Block:
byen are you broken?I hold you poised and ready,Yet you remain obstinately still.Fingers please don’t pout.I have told you how important you are,Even though…
Hope
byA tiny twine, white and weak. Hope. Barely there, but alive yet. Refusing to be strangled by the weeds constantly throwing their angry tentacles…
Danger and Decisions
byOne foot followed the other through the harness circle. I silently longed for a heart harness as mine pounded in my ears, threatening to burst…
Soul Sucked
byYesterday I wasted my life. I spent about 10 hours binge watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine. It’s a show of comedy. It made me laugh out…
Acting Out
byI LOVE background acting. Some people have been asking me what in the world I am doing now with my life, now that I quit…
Desert Kisses – Memoirs and Memories
byThe hot sun warmed the back of my neck. Asphalt road laid out for miles in front of me. I’ve been chasing mirages for the…
Charity, Chicken, and Rainy Rooftops
byWhat does charity, chicken, and spending a rainy night sleeping on a roof in NYC have in common? This week I took up Chick…
A Man I Can Live in a Van With
bySome girls grow up dreaming about meeting the prince on the white horse, who rides in to fix everything and rescue them from all…
Uncomfortable Matters
byI want to ask you to get uncomfortable with me. Let’s talk about a subject that is controversial, passionate, and heated. I want to…