The waters of the flood sit over the land, and they will go where they choose to go.
Read More...Aftermath Stories
Twenty-six responses to the 2016 election.
Read More...Leave Your Drawings in this House
Jin Morri was the first dog laid to rest in the Butte Camp cemetery.
Read More...Fandanguillo
I could go on at length about the impossible purples of orchids exploding from every offered crag in the palms or the balmy caress of Philippine winds pouring in from across several thousand miles of uninterrupted ocean.
Read More...The Enormity
I can feel it somewhere on the other side of the wall, as insistent as a heartbeat. Often it is all I know. A love that once held me as sweetly as a mother’s first sigh.
Read More...#NYGP Not Your Gestational Puppet
With all the talk at last night’s debate about Donald’s groping hands and which candidate is whose puppet, the candidates’ clear statements on abortion rights brought a terrible image of Donald Trump’s America into my head.
Read More...Crocodile Smile
You know, I dreamt of you last night. You had your crocodile smile. Your hair was different and you spoke English. Your jaw twitched as you gave a lopsided smile and raised your eyebrows at me.
Read More...Inevitable
On Thursday, November 9, 2000, I drove my car, grill first, into a ravine.
Read More...November, South Carolina, 2016
150 years ago I’d be in enemy territory. South of the Mason-Dixon, here on the lip of the Piedmont Plain. My families fought here, some of their bones didn’t make it back up North.
Read More...#ItsHerTuring
In lieu of a more formal announcement of my intention, now fulfilled thanks to the generosity of the Swiss Confederation in granting me asylum, to part ways with your organization, I have written a poem.
Read More...After 35 Years on Earth
Today I bought canned food and stacked it in the garage. I filled up the water tank we usually take camping and rolled it in there too. Just in case.
Read More...Through a Looking Glass Broken
They come riding. Riding under blistering suns and bloody moons, leaving their womenfolk to a voiceless fate.
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