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Steinbeck

Wrath and Discontent, kindling to pen’s holy fire– Love’s labor reformed. Advertisements

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Course

Parched voices quicken, defying Time by true course– words ripen slowly.

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Caretake

Every planet orbiting its own despair– Tending growth with care.

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Death of a Super Hero

   I was six when I found out I’d never become a super-hero.    We were in the kitchen. Me, my mother, my father.    My father’s hand was around my mother’s throat. He had a wild, bloodshot, not-there look … Continue reading

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Scroll

One man’s boyish scroll as the road map for parched throats– Long-running well-spring.

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The Little People

Just found out my story, “The Little People,” was nominated for Best of the Net. Audio-version of the story can be heard here, in Golden Walkman magazine.

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Nin and Miller

Kindred spirit-play, by voice, a million worn pages– currency of love.

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Bridge

Craft, in loving praise of words slowed to last, to serve– Some bridges don’t burn.

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Memory Babe

(In honor of Jack Kerouac’s birthday, March 12th, an excerpt from my Greyhound travelogue, “Stray Passages”)    I discovered Kerouac, by chance, when I was nineteen and as a wide-eyed babe greedily suckling Kerouac’s vision-engorged tit, that  which he had … Continue reading

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