I write and write but still I say Nothing It’s stuck in my body You know what I’m talking about It’s stuck in yours, too
Memorial Day 2021 I used to like my teeny-weeny Chevy Volt that I have been driving for 6 years. It’s a good car, cheap as
When we get through this, I want to keep the bit about all of the restaurants on the street. I want more downtown areas to be
I found it at a shop in Oakland There were just a few for sale I carry it with pride Everyone wants one Where did
I wrote this piece at Esalen in June 2019. The cue is to write one sentence sequentially from A-Z. We are allowed to skip one
The holy dwells in the fabrics of India, in a woman’s bright sari, rich in colors with gold around the edges. It dwells in her scarlet
I’d like to imagine all of us writing with light-struck fingers: creating magical art. Our bodies are created with magic and it comes out in
The heat, the blessed sun. Let this much be mine. The morning dew, the cobwebs, the yellowing leaves. My breath, my wrinkled skin, my shaky
For me, the center of my house was the kitchen. At first our kitchen was this dreadful afterthought of a growth hung onto the side
A book of healing. A book of sensibility. A book that explains how our earth got so crazy. The book I want to read that
I wish words would fly by me like butterflies and land softly on my page. I wish words would tap me on the shoulder and
I am from the asphalt in my knees when I fell off my bike and also from rice krispie treats and Hawaiian punch at Bible
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