I'm a musician. I have spent years and years studying music, becoming a better singer, performer, and songwriter. Sometimes I feel like I am moving achingly slowly and I wonder if I am wasting my life. In the past few years, I have become increasingly critical of my...
The Ballad of Regina or The Divorce Fairy or F@#$! F@#$ me! Gather 'round, you Singletons and you will hear a tale. His name was Mario and from Havana he did hail. His bride and he dreamt of a U.S. life, so free and fine, but she had a change of heart and had to stay...
LOCATION: Nighttime, a bus stop in a large city. One lamp post gives light. A woman in her mid-thirties sits on the bus shelter bench, reading a newspaper with a dire headline, perhaps, “War Expected to Worsen.” She is maybe 5’2”, 130 pounds, a small woman. She...
Atheists pray, too. We just don’t always do it with words.
Spinster Underneath piles of wedding lingerie, dented brass dreams, dulled by disappointment, Under faded images of strong, handsome men with perfect teeth and silvery lace dusted with loneliness, I find quivering anticipation, new and wet, excited to grow and stretch...
What is this "edge" I refer to and what am I doing on it? Well, most days it's a hazy, far-off concept that doesn't concern me much. On bad days, it becomes the dividing point between sanity and delusion, the edge of my own reason, eh? And in my grandiose moments it...