I used to be the sun
This mound was once a valley filled with bird song, footfall, the persistent running cascade of the river weir. I used to be the sun. Changes…
Proof of existence
I see hair as proof of existence, a souvenir. A mourned dog, a dreamlike state, a snippet of conversation. The line of light has held. You…
Unburden yourself
Do you know something no one else knows? Practice it until you make it a song that sings you. Don’t pin your silence to a board.…
Such is life
I live in the borderland of grief and joy. It’s tempting to fall apart. I have lived on the lip of insanity. Like a sundial I…
All the words you need
A silent stirring. The spirit of light. Everything is too much. Row. Here are all the words you need—use them wisely. This combistory is a little…
What questions shatter your sleep?
There was a time when the writer was king and she was one of the stars. ♦ But a young girl of twelve rarely has at…
I forgive you
♦ For putting forth only revisions of yourself, with punctuation worked over, instead of the disordered truth, I forgive you. ♦ The stories are here, but…
A world on fire
Our ancestors … knew fire as a deity, as a trickster, as a healer; they knew fire as trouble and fire as passion, fire as destroyer…
What matters most
These are not my words, but please read on. Links (in red) are quoted text. To write what matters most is to accept an invitation, an…