Category: Fiction
Published on May 09, 2023
Re-Wilding Body
Slowly, she whispers, feel into me slowly. I am a miracle and yet you are ignorant. I am not your accomplishment or your achievement. Know me, slowly. The miracle of a million functions a day, […]
Published on January 22, 2023
We Stutter and Stall
It is coming. The next shift. The next movement in this thing that is my life. It starts to take shape. A figure rising from the mist. It has to do with putting the writing […]
Published on October 21, 2022
Becoming Hawk
The woman who took to the skies. She thought she could fly. Imagined wings sprouting from her shoulders. She raised one foot. Rolled up onto the ball, balancing on that one point alone. She knew she […]
Published on October 12, 2022
Ruins
An arch, old stones, granite boulders. It is a shame you cannot smell a photograph, for that would tell me so much more than the image. It would tell me that it had just rained […]
Published on March 06, 2021
My Artist and Me
My Artist is sitting in an armchair sipping a cup of tea. Her legs are curled up under her and there is a cozy yellow blanket piled on top. She is watching her sweet Girl wriggle and […]
Published on January 05, 2021
Company of Stars
I am here, at the crack of dawn, doing this thing. It is simply deciding, choosing. To set the alarm, Get out of bed, Sit down with pen and paper, To be here, doing this […]
Published on October 01, 2019
Vital
Slow muscles. Vital. Tiny muscles. Vital. Talking to you. Vital. In a new way. Vital. Finding the way. Vital. Finding the words. Vital. This way, a different way. Vital. From the heart. Vital. From the […]
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Topography
It is a leg, pale white, with golden hairs glowing in the stark lamp light. I touch her skin. I feel the goose pimples of her flesh and am intrigued by the 3 dimensionality of […]
Published on September 16, 2019
“Minding Mama” – a performance piece
What if I didn’t have to worry about what people would say about this new piece, “Minding Mama“? What if I didn’t concern myself with judgement about being a good daughter, a loving daughter? What if I […]
Published on July 01, 2019
We Have Come to the End
So, we have come to the end of “Widows Anonymous.” And what a wild ride it was. But as I woke up this morning, with nothing on my to-do list for the show, I wondered, how do […]
