Rage and Road Mercy
This morning as I walked, I was witness to an instance of road rage. A man in a van, honking. Smashing the heel of his hand into his steering wheel. Pounding hi...
Category: Beauty
Everyone needs a Poem
I’ve been adopted by a poem. By a line in a poem. And by a small entry on the flyleaf of the book where my poem lives. Tuesday last, I’m lying on a ...
Loose-leaf Life
I want a loose-leaf life. I want to be able to crack the binder and insert a picture, a place, a poem, a story, a vocation, a vacation, in exactly the right spo...
At the Window
It feels late. Sleep will come. Yesterday, I was awakened at four AM by a vapour-being, a ghoulish sort of fellow bent on convincing me I was irrelevant. I laid...