Writings

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Day 68

they gave me a little pill so they could rip from my mouth a word hoarder –a shell of stories – my having tossed caution to the wind...

what would you do, heart  without a cell phone ringing  or me texting and snapping and retrieving one hundred and fifty times a day?  ...

grief is a quiet color -   gardenia who lost her scent -  a reckoning.   grief is without an hour -  has no second hand -  the face on a...

at union square i always carry tiny wads of cash to give to men in doorways for whom no doors are open. they are always much too gracious...

when i reached for the moon and fell out of the crib i was moved to lower ground. when i fell out of the tree and broke my ankle i said...

i cannot say why it should be okay to have faith drawn out on a limb hanging mid air as if some sort of reconciling could warrant what's...

people are dying - and also there is cancer like a maniac bully breaking our hearts. i wanted to feel something - one time for...

for your birthday we poured martinis - threw fresh dough on a pizza stone and marveled at the magic of heat and cheese. just a few of us,...

i cannot say why it should be okay to have faith drawn out on a limb hanging mid air as if some sort of reconciling could warrant what's...

in the evenings, when even the bones are tired and every bit of energy that could be conjured has been - there is still a young rapper in...

These transcripts were translated from audio and may not entirely reflect the written version.