Stories & Poems & Thoughts (Oh My)

One day when I was 45, wearing an expensive equivalent of a Mumu (a linen sack minus the pineapples and war canoes), I went back to therapy. I said, ...
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“I have been told that I have elegant feet,” he said picking her up for their third date. She had swallowed, tantalized, thinking about those feet. The imagined feet ...
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“You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms … “ (The opening words of “You Will Hear Thunder” by Anna Akhmatova) Two events have me ...
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“Blow and suck!” “What?” I said, red in the face and dripping sweat from exertion. “I said, blow and suck.” She wasn’t red in the face. She wasn’t breaking ...
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First thing, I wanted to say thank you for all the lovely personal responses to my last blog. It was frighteningly vulnerable to write such a very personal narrative ...
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I have been accused of smacking my readers over the head, being preachy and judgmental. I am. Working on it. Trying for more subtlety. But damn me if I don’t ...
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Sometimes words are unnecessary. Such a weird thing for a writer to say. Coming up on Valentine’s Day, I want to remember what it is to be in love, astoundingly, ...
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Reading my work scares me. Yes, I know I do things most people would rightly balk at – climb mountain ridges, hurl shoes, go to a NYC sex club ...
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I keep thinking about Freedom of Speech – how the world needs words, images, dialogue, differences of opinion to save it. Yes, I know it is a difficult concept ...
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I said aloud, “I am cursed.” "Yes," she said. "Since Thanksgiving things have sucketh mightily as my family says," I said after a lousy run of luck over the ...
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