MODERN DI$PARITY: Prologue, scene 1
It was July 7, 2007, when I moved from Iowa to Malibu...
Childhood
We are the children of memory, which seems so unreal now, when childhood a distant dream. It’s hard to imagine you once were young, it’s...
Hard Currency
Not all pebbles are in focus, not all dreams are still there when you wake, not all memories retain their luminosity, because life would...
thought 53
It has been too long since I’ve written something without a purpose. I so often used to write just to write, for the joy of it...
Pizza Orgasmico
That night, Mark and I drive across the Bay Bridge into the city. The hue that radiates across the late-evening sky makes it seem like...
everywhere the gray-green
Everywhere the gray-green came up to Meet the dying winter sky And the trees amongst them Were heavy with longing for The Spring that...