A Good Guy With A Gun
I saw a man with a gun once. It was just the other day. He pulled it out of his pocket to show me.
Writing Life
THE NUMBERS (written for Borderline Grill Massacre)
A voice I heard said a number this morning.A tragic laundry list of inevitability,of injured,of dead,of statistical truths.A cup ofblack bitter numbers at my breakfast table. Numbers tell stories.The numbers of lies,of words of hate,of speeches that divide and of weapons that kill. Numbers, like digits on our country’s trembling hands,broken, maimed, shattered hands covered …
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MIND the GAP!
Why writers need to MIND THE GAP and keep writing. I am a writer. I wrote a book. I know I did. I printed it out. My book is sitting on my writing desk next to me. It is big and heavy. It weighs a few pounds. It weighs on me. I carry it with …
Why you have to let go of the “dream” of your book
The dream of the book is always a distortion of what it actually will be and the only way you really know what something will be is by doing it,
Rewrite until you get it right, or not?
It’s the revision that is getting to me. It’s like I am asked to revise my own life over and over again while rewriting. I am asked each day to pick apart my life and make sense of it. “A memoir is a hard thing to write” A memoir is a hard thing to write. …
I am tired of the f#*king rabbit holes
At the beginning of 2019 I started learning how to create a WordPress website. I had dabbled a little with website design in the past but never got
Memorial to the stolen People
Glass jars, each filled with a different color of dirt. hallowed ground, the dirt of the killing places beige, black, brown, grey and red dirt. I stand. and …I am not able to say anything. I imagine their ancestral home lands, the soils of fertile rich other places, of coffee, of cinnamon, of nutmeg, of …
Sonny
Sonny started singing while he shuck the martiniI realized right then and there I wanted mine stirred.They all had red jackets like those carnival monkeys playing the snare drums,banging out cocktails for tips.100 years and nothing much has changed I guess.Flirting bartenders interrupting my intimate conversations about love and death.Go away, I was just getting …
Stalled Dreams
Stuffing toilet paper in my ears doesn’t work all the time. Sometimes the music is just too loud. Johnny is an asshole and sucks cock. It says it right there. A knife to the door of the stall does the trick. The poetic musings of a spurned girl etched in block letters. How long must …