Anatomy is a peculiar thing. We don’t get to choose it and yet end up being judged for it. Too short, too tall, too asymmetrical, too disproportional, too feminine, too masculine. Too human? I was born not-too-tall, with little feet and tiny toes, but not-too-short…

A tissue box of ugly roses sitting askew atop DVDs. Their broken player’s four short green lines a disturbing lie. My guide holds children in a painting of orange, black and yellow. Stevie Ray and Jimmie, a rare photo, on a shelf marred with grime….

I pick at my skin. Right now there is a small hole next to my mouth, just below my left cheek. I say “hole.” I think of deeper, darker holes in friendlier ground, soil that does not erupt with blood. This isn’t a hole in…

Stalking, violent, darkness, despair floating, flying across the air wicked men whip the lash as innocence fades into the past   Blood stained roads and marble floors monuments built on war Bleached white bones line the stairs yet two by two we follow in pairs…

ok…here it goes…what ever comes to mind… It will be interesting to see what my brain can find to talk about… it certainly loves to talk, at least to me not so much to others… my brain’s tongue falls over its eye teeth and it…

Words flow I talk, think, write without ceasing Make sense? Not always! One certainty: Succinct is Not my middle name. (unless I edit, re-edit, re-edit, re-edit.) hahahahahahahahahahaha

Those who want, say, “we need” Those who have, say, “we bleed” Some who are desperate plead “we need” Yet those in power confess their greed.   “We need food!” They hear the chorus cry. “We need medicine” They watch them die.   “We need…

The Mathematics of Faith Calculate how long you will live without Googling it. Will you survive until you’re 80? Will you make it past your next doctor’s visit this coming Wednesday? You remember that your sister and mother died when they were younger than you…

She stared at the stone arch for hours after he left. At the field beyond, and the tree. The single tree where he first stole her kiss, Her heart, and her sainthood. The single, innocent tree About to be murdered by her husband. “I shall…

Sleep is elusive, and will probably strike when least expected – or welcome. It’s past ten o’clock at night, and only civil twilight. The red tint still touches the sky. Speakers buzz, unused. Turn them off. Sore arms already, how will I keep this up?…