Evolution

There was a crag and a moment… …but now there is only awareness of damp, worm-bored earth, and soft forms winding around me, clearing paths for my arms, fingers, and legs. There was a moment and a gasp… …and then a scent… …of my mother’s ivory soap, and I regret hating her for being odd. … More Evolution

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

When Words Fail

WHEN WORDS FAIL They are slippery, evasive, coy, dangling on our tongues, sometimes, yes, at the tip, and sometimes on an edge, not big enough to bite, or near enough to taste, resting on molars, or canines, before vanishing and reappearing in a flicker, chuckling. Once in a while, they are gremlins, gumming up the … More When Words Fail