Narration

I talk to myself. When I shop, cook, read, practice (sometimes), go for long walks—I imagine and comment often unconsciously, no matter who’s around. And I always write out loud…always. It’s not enough for me to see characters talk to each other on the page, express themselves through inner monologues, or confess their longings in … More Narration

Anxiety

Our second dog, like our first, was a rescue. This one, a Jack Russell terrier we named, Yoda, had been tossed into a garbage can. We expected behavioral issues because of the way Yoda been abused, but also prepared ourselves for the fact that Jack Russells, while amazingly cute and intelligent (which she was), are … More Anxiety

Provenance

His car belonged to a Nazi. Not a would be, Or wannabe, Or could have been, Or clone, But a Nazi high in rank, A name you’d know, And I forgot The minute he smiled and said it. He keeps it under wraps in his garage To shield it from harsh winters, Hungry salt; But … More Provenance