Rainbow Salad

Sometimes they tell a story

The bones were good. The skin rotted, but underneath she was solid. The man pulled up on the first day of spring, left his pickup truck on…

A long weekend in Bordeaux, in the springtime,

a stream-of-thought poem + mental soundtrack

Lunch and a Little Unsolicited Therapy From A Friend

A case of mistaken identity

Embracing Life’s Journey with Passion and Courage

A mini Sisyphus tried and succeeded in climbing my cerulean rocking chair; all while pushing a rock the size of a ping-pong ball which in…

They are sluts too

The fear of losing all fear

I offered you a timid smile but you didn’t accept the gift.

i hear my love is a lightning bolt   thunderclap & split tree   the smell of moss & dirt   the static cling of clothes   fresh out…

Embracing True Riches

Teh perils of television stardom