The afternoon light, beneath my toes talking a pale story where a mother aborts another one, father, a ruminating hard albumen. our typewriters often broke, and another language was written deformed, cracked Summers have always taught to swim winters, quietly taught about sinking. and a star too that dissolves at night. i have seen it … Continue reading Seasons


I have been struggling this week with the lines between free speech and hate speech; art and pornography and/or gratuitous violence. It is a line that has been challenging me on social media, in my writing life and unfolding in demonstrations and counter demonstrations all over the United States this week.  I fiercely defend first … Continue reading Balance