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…
Where the Wild Tractors Roam-Part One
The first sign that trouble was about to descend on the peaceful empire known as The Boreen came in Spring. It arrived in the form of a cloud obscuring the…
Gardening Leave
No rain or wind and the sun has made an appearance. The garden is a mess. I'm bundling up and heading out there to tame what has grown wild and…
Last of the Autumn Leaves
In early November the girl can see her breath. Clouds of smoke in the crisp air. She wears a red and black checked bomber jacket; owned since university. A cold…
Room 329
The hotel room, dressed in washes of brown, looks out onto a busy road. I have pulled back the curtains, opened a window. Gray clouds heavy and sodden painted against…
The Day the Earth Stood Still
(A rambling film review for the 3rd day of January because the first week of the year always feels like the earth is standing still. Also, I'm working on new…
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…
Mythology
Here comes the walking alligator handbag. Down from the veranda, across coarse sand, lounge chair wedged under her arm. Floral beach bag slung across her shoulder. Rumored to have been…
Shipwrecked
He wakes from a dream flickering in silken darkness in silence drifting through a broken window sill covered with the kiss of her fingertips. * There is no order to…
Selling Poetry
A small blonde girl wearing worn dirty sneakers squats against a service door in the rain and pees on crumpled papers, wrappers, a notice announcing ‘thirty percent off all dresses…