Grandpa

My grandfather is a difficult man. He has expressed, over the years, hatred of every type of person from women (father of three daughters) to African Americans to homosexuals to Native Americans. The worst human being in his view is the liberal female politician, since she is crazy, stupid, and in power. He's always been…

who can say?

To celebrate amongst good friends in flickering candlelight, or die alone at night. To make a group of people laugh, or pull burnt pie from the oven. Spend twenty bucks on a bad movie in a theater, or curl up together with reruns. You never really know what will float your boat, but you do…

Friday Night Teddy Bear

She fantasized that she could walk into Salty's and find him with a beer and a drunk buddy discussing some deep subject like whether pink lures worked better than purple ones. He would act surprised to see her, attaching great significance to her arrival, and say something idiotic about how they were meant to be…

Dusk

The moment when the setting sun gives color to the sky, and you pause to name the shade of blue. The moment you decide between a joke and a glance, to bring someone home, (if they'll let you). The moment each morning you get out of bed. Dawn to dusk, alone or entwined, you breathe…

the suitcase

Do you remember when I had a life? A lover once told me he liked finding himself in my blog, turning up in my story. I don't have lovers anymore. I don't have the elasticity to let a man make room in my heart. The women who remain have super-elastic hearts, big enough for all…

commitment

The euphoria of saying No. The resonance of saying Yes. Many people admire the quality of sticking to. But I would like... to just point out.. that it's more important to do what is right, than to do what you said you would do.

poem trilogy

Have a Great Day You get a new memo every morning, from the TV or your phone, which clearly explains what is sinful today. If you eat anything and get fat, it's your fault. If your social feed is boring, so are you. Bad things happen to bad people, and to you. The ticker tape…

a commodified soul

Asking myself big fluffy questions about art and my art and art as story versus art as craft... yadda yadda... it finally occurs to me how deeply inauthentic my work has been in recent years. Like a forgotten early 80s James Taylor song, my paintings and videos and photographs are so impersonal they disappear. In…

notes from the island: twirl

Driving home from work on Tuesday, she decided to pick up the tea the doctor had recommended. It was dark out, well past six on a January night. The doctor's hippie tea blends were sold from big jars at the coffee shop. She parked in front of the coffee shop and got out of her…