Your Violin
When you look at me your ancestors fall out your eyes– Romania, the Camps, Zion and Lady Liberty. You are traveling still, I may not be home. You look at me when you’ve found a... More »
When you look at me your ancestors fall out your eyes– Romania, the Camps, Zion and Lady Liberty. You are traveling still, I may not be home. You look at me when you’ve found a... More »
“Hmmm,” He’s not sure I should extend my carbon footprint by coming over tonight. It’s a long drive, but I canceled last night, when I would have been in his area. He sites writers who... More »
I’m not that into you. I feel like you have expectations. You’re grabby. You look at me all doe-eyed. You’re making plans for the future. I’m not that into you. You’re just so passionate. You’re... More »
My new pet, gurrlfriend/boifriend, speaker of those bottle rocket fears, operator of those hands, and what else can that mouth do? I am so edgy tickled you have landed here for a while. Welcome to... More »
As a writer, I’ve often joked that I never have to make anything up. I have the laziest muse on record. I just stand in one place and crazy, goofy, fringe things happen. Or maybe... More »