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…
Something deeper than hope
(a combistory made from quoted text) The doctor made a uterine incision on the woman’s body to extract the fetal arms then grasped the baby’s feet…
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…
I don’t want your love, I want justice
Like a goose whose innards were ready for foie gras ♦ I spent half of the evening … wiping up spills. ♦♦ Next morning I donated…
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…