Tag Archives: literature
Steinbeck
Wrath and Discontent, kindling to pen’s holy fire– Love’s labor reformed. Advertisements
Course
Parched voices quicken, defying Time by true course– words ripen slowly.
Caretake
Every planet orbiting its own despair– Tending growth with care.
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
Scroll
One man’s boyish scroll as the road map for parched throats– Long-running well-spring.
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.
Nin and Miller
Kindred spirit-play, by voice, a million worn pages– currency of love.
Bridge
Craft, in loving praise of words slowed to last, to serve– Some bridges don’t burn.
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
