February 9, 2015
we write to right things to light the dark to recover the lost to heal the wounded we write to find our way home and to scatter breadcrumbs for those still on their way
October 12, 2014
i’ve heard tell of This and i’ve heard tales of That but what i really want is a Cat in the Hat he made a fine mes i’ll grant you it’s so but he cleaned up quite nice when t’was time to go so i look ’round my house at the clutter and dust and makes notes to self: ORDER NOW! IT’S A MUST! but where does one order a clean it up cat with his gadgets and gidgets hidden under his hat? if he’d just pay a visit bring his thingymabob with it’s unclutter button and anti-mess knobs there […]
May 7, 2014
You may not see itor, more accurately,you may not remember it,but you are a radiant jewel,a burning star in God’s palm. Rainbow-splendored and multi-faceted, you are brilliance incarnate, formed to receive and reflect the light. And you are adored. Forged of emerald cities, ruby slippers and bricks of golden dreams, you are a fairy tale a walking, talking practical magic. A Never-ending story, you unfold, dabbling in wonder and dripping enchantment like pomegranate seeds eaten willingly to form the turning of the seasons. Each chapter of your tale reads “adored.” You are seraphim clouds breathed into the heavens. All cotton-candy […]
May 7, 2014
I feel shadowed, pursued by an Odyssean star trekking through twilight sails set for dawn– three transpacific flights in forty eight hours plastic oxygen and fluorescent lights aboard a tin can bird in the sky. I’ve just arrived from Bali via Seoul, via Chicago, via Seattle a tattered vagabond, hatches battened for high winds, delayed flights, turbulence. I need a Dewey button for the longest journey ever made to Artfest– maybe a sash and a crown, a bouquet of congratulations. I feel over-pink, saddle sore, like a blister. I need release. I need relief. Sleep. But oh the journey […]
March 7, 2014
My heart is a diamond matchstick boxfull of lightning flowersbright-blossom incendiarypetalsstrike me and Iburst into bloom.My heart is a moonpearl nautilus, endless chambered spiral circle, ancient siren song embedded in ever-widening circles cradled to your ear it whispers a low tide of hush-now lullaby. My heart is a feathered faraway bird a phoenix rising fierce and free Burn me. Blaze me. Bury me in the ashes and I rise a wounded healer, a trail of glory, my tears the balm that soothes, the medicine that mends, the song that calls us home. My heart is a Rose of Sharon, opening, opening a […]
May 1, 2013
“you surround me” “you complete me” “you had me at hello” fuck that shit it’s as simple as this: your soul looked like a plate of chocolate chip cookies wrapped up in devils cake with whipped cream and a side of orgasm i didn’t nibble politely and push away from the table no i scarfed you up scrumptious shoved face first into your deliciousness til my chin and my whole life looked like an ad for slutty betty crocker i feasted on your fairy tale and reveled in your never lands til the insides of my mouth were raw and […]
March 7, 2012
“But my heart is always propped up in a field on its tripod ready for the next arrow.” — Billy Collins, “Aimless Love” Aimless Love, An Exercise I’ve borrowed this writing prompt from brilliant author Cate DiCamillo, who was inspired to create this writing exercise based on the Billy Collins poem. I find it a shining portal to imagining. My answers are below, but if you’d like to play along, here’s how it goes: Imagine your heart as a target in a field. Begin by describing the field. Describe the tripod. Describe your heart. Name the arrows. Describe the sound the […]
November 25, 2010
I. I can’t get his words from my mind. Not all of us are blessed with a Tink. You are a fortunate soul, Angi Sullins. Fortunate. Yet I sting. I sting with the memory of her body in my arms. Pierced by a rattle snake seized by a heart attack, her back arched in a sudden and violent spasm, her bladder voiding on my red tshirt in the final moments of release, the inevitable collapse against my chest as her spirit flew away. She left me in the purple of twilight in the silence of the first stars. No warning […]