Between This line And the next I may have Fought a dragon Or was it a dragonfly? Between This line And the next I may have strolled around the block Or down the lane On another planet. Between This line And the next I may have chatted with a friend Over a...
Josiah’s been my best friend since birth, or so our mothers say. I don’t remember us crawling in the dust together or toddling among the olive grove as our mothers gathered olives. What I do remember is how he loved trees, climbing them, even when we were so very...
Any personal trainer will tell you that cross training is good for the body. If you swim, walk. If you walk, lift weights. If you lift weights, run. If you run, swim. You get the drift. Muscles become familiar with the familiar, even a bit sedated, so switching it up...
This is about poetry. This is about prose. This is not about equations And this has never been about what’s only black and white. This is about moments captured in cinnamon and cayenne. This is about what is ancient. This is about what is fresh. This is...
Desperate. Shunned. Lonely. Long, long, long suffering. I vacillate between seeking healing one more time and believing that I shall never be healed. Why try? Why not try? Why try? Why not try? I’ve been dismissed. I’ve been given hope. I’ve grown sicker, not more...
