Back Pain, Sex Books, and Responsibility
Has art lost its power to disturb us? Have we stopped talking because of legislated shame? […]
Has art lost its power to disturb us? Have we stopped talking because of legislated shame? […]
“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 plagued her through the entire night – while he was driving the car, scrounging through the CD store, eating at the upscale restaurant, while playing word […]
“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 wondering about my writer’s soul. I am creating a working definition based upon the importance of truthful observation and expression in all its shades of black […]
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 think my readers sometimes deserve the full truth. Raw. Blunt. I hate flu season. Not the disease so much but the season. I hate snow. […]
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, courageously, heart in my mouth, love. When I started thinking about this post, a series of images took flower in my heart, bittersweet, opening my […]