The Island Was a Rock
Purple water glints. Plants grow in cracks on an ancient rock that shrinks, crushed under waves, and disappears from sight, or on an ancient rock… Read More »The Island Was a Rock
Purple water glints. Plants grow in cracks on an ancient rock that shrinks, crushed under waves, and disappears from sight, or on an ancient rock… Read More »The Island Was a Rock
Last weekend, I participated in a poetry marathon. It was the first time in two years. In a movie marathon, people watch a series of… Read More »Poetry Marathon
Look in the mirror: a lifetime spent walking down paths It’s getting clearer: this lifetime and its aftermaths It flashes quicker: a lifetime holding thoughts… Read More »Logic Lane
unsure of the worldunsure of what to sayunsure of what to doI stayed my tongue tied with observationthoughts built up ideasthoughts raced furiousthoughts dared spill overI… Read More »Why I Write
Bubble Fusion has two main pieces of art attached to it: the photo of me on the back and the cover. (Actually, the photo is… Read More »The Cover for Bubble Fusion
Back in early January, I saw a posting that was looking for people to perform at an event to round off their series of activities… Read More »Coffee House Reading