Sunday, March 25, 2018

Sunday mornings are for
drinking coffee and
listening to records and
yelling at the cat
(to stay out of the bedroom)

Monday, February 12, 2018

“…And if the Santa Cruz weren’t so empty, I’d jump in the river and drown…”

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

NaNoWriMo 2k14


Found the entire piece I wrote for NaNoWriMo in 2014. What a rebel I was.
It starts with a single word. This is what they tell me, this is what’s supposed to calm me. A single word? That’s it? Well, that’s not so bad. One word. The problem is that everything starts with a single word. Every. Thing. Even silence. Silence begins with the single word that is not spoken. So your attempts to shrink down the complexity of this issue are invalid. They hold no water. Try again. 
And so they do.  
"You’re making it more difficult than it has to be." 
Ah. Well, then I’ll just stop, I suppose.

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

#160

     A ghost met a prince
once on a Halloween night—
     A spark neither saw.
* * *

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Tonight a great wave—
one I thought had long ago rolled back to the brine—
of sadness and missing
crashed down upon
Overwhelming my
mouth
nose
lungs
Suffocating me
From out of nowhere