As if I could just let it lie. The further irony is that nothing feels exactly over. Just less hyper. Settled. Capable of accepting the natural flow. For Chrissake, he hasn’t even decided where [...]
It’s ironic, really, because I am slicing the tofu that I bought for Parker over a week ago, and plopping the cubes one at a time into homemade miso soup when I hear a slight knock at the door. [...]
Parker fades in my mind and heart, and I watch the emotion recoil from a distance, unsure of what compels this force within me. It’s true that he needs a friend more than a lover right now, and [...]
I write all day to meet the twenty-page deadline for Monday and treat myself to a night with friends in TinyTown, NC. Wes and I carpool from the craft school to TinyTown, then we make a hard [...]
We go to the Christmas tree lighting in TinyTown, NC. There are about forty people positioned in a half moon around the courthouse. There is one stop light in TinyTown, and the Sheriff is parked [...]
[re: last night’s post – “dreamed?” uhh….DREAMT…shame, shame, shame] It is the duty of any artist to ask where the resistance comes from, and then to go there. For a week I have posed the [...]
Nature poem. Short and sweet. Five minutes. Ready, set, go! ODE TO SUN And today the sun at every turn. The sun over Seven-Mile Ridge at early dawn,the sun defrosting the higher peaks with yellow [...]
In the morning, snow like a lace table throw across the mountains. Four deer just twenty feet from the window in my study, two adults and two first-years, feet padding the ground as gently as the [...]
It has been a nearly cloudless day and by 6pm it is already thirty-eight degrees, a light wind whirring across the town square where I park my car. I am going to the gallery opening in SmallTown, [...]
The day is full of blessings. In downtown SmallTown, NC I am camped out in a tiny shop, copyediting a book for a Friday deadline. An obese, ungainly man cradles himself next to me and I notice [...]
