Tunnel
It was summer when I found out that I am autistic. Last summer. I was 65. I had been wondering about myself for a long time. Thinking that maybe something…
Performance
Act One A performance in a large auditorium. The silence of opening night. Here I am centre stage, lights from above in my eyes. I'm holding onto my script with…
Table Two
The woman from the time machine is here. Hair wrapped in multi-colored cloth. Light brown Maxi dress. Platform sandals. Writing on scraps of paper at table two in this urban…
Shipwrecked
He wakes from a dream flickering in silken darkness silence drifting through a broken window sill covered with the kiss of her fingertips. She was here once, now gone but…
The Nowhere Map
Sometimes the heart drives without glasses, squints into the sun, sings off key, songs about love and regret. Pinning hope to the dashboard its destination slips from view, the nowhere…
How to Write
February 13. Notes written in order to abolish this damn writer's block plaguing me once again. In the morning, get up. Make the bed in the style of a fancy…
The January After Turning 65
Two Weeks Before. A frozen morning. Outside, an army of bone white trees. An icy clear sky. Birds pecking at the kitchen window. He says, 'it's only a number' the…
27th December
Events since Christmas Eve as we move into the void before New Years. Present state of being...reclusive introspection. *Mice. Twenty live-trapped and released. No more clearing counters each night. No…
19th December
And we find ourselves here again. On the trembling edge of a new year. Expectation cast into the unknown. The desire for closure; close the book, see it gone, tucked…
What Price Beauty
The Wedding. The women are wearing ladders on their feet. Stiff legged, they limp out of church. One clomps along lifting her feet high off the ground - "must control…