One Among Many

To be alone is to care for my own needs on all levels. I am spoiled by this self-relationship, not … More

October Souls

Dearest I cannot write you into my life again It seems two month’s passing does not erase A year of … More

There’s a Ren & Stimpy birthday card where they harmonize about having so many candles on the cake, keep the … More

The beginning is farther away than ever, what with another birthday lining up. I don’t remember the beginning anymore, so … More

This August is a scratchy thing to cuddle with, dull & smelling vaguely of rot. I move in & out … More

I am caught by the peculiar gravity of life, its sheer & unexpected weight. I am “impressed” by it in … More

All the long, nonpareil days of August, I waited Walking beaches incessantly Combing the tides for word from you Only … More

My life has been sectioned off pretty securely. There was being a child, a ‘tween, a teen, etc. But when … More

We wore fringe like the Buddhists wear bracelets: we became aware, the world danced around us, the lightest breeze lifting … More

I am losing height. I refuse to say “shrinking.” I say, instead that I am “condensing.” The saying about the … More