The Plow

The thing about Griselda is she works when I do. If I’m off, she goes…elsewhere; but she’s always back when I’m at my desk, or making notes on paper assuming I’ll be able to read them later…which I won’t because…well, I’ll save that¬† for another time. *** I’ve been practicing Hatha Yoga for decades. Four … More The Plow

In Tune

…which is my new project, about an old photo booth and one vibration seeking another, from a basement of all places. I’m envisioning pages of overtones coloring subtext, set into motion by a woman named, Lavinia… …and counterpoint, of course. There must be counterpoint. ¬©2018 All Rights Reserved    

Enigma Variations

A man walks down the street. He’s wearing sneakers. White sneakers. Well, they used to be white, now they’re…gray…ish, and old. Because he’s checking his phone, he doesn’t see the nail sticking straight up in his path and steps on it. The shaft goes right through the sole of his shoe into his foot. Within … More Enigma Variations