What makes a writer, what makes a circle of writers? Is it the commonly shared experience between them – seeing the world’s actions as themselves acts

Going Up

WritingOrdinaryEverydayAnother pageStarting overUntil they comeThe words spill outOn to the pageSomedaysMeaning comes with themOther daysIt’s just practiceBeing thereTo see, to listen, to writeThe fingers tapping

Simply Be

The darkness of the night reminds me of another time. The simplicity, the ease, when the smallest difference was monumental. There is another way I


The land is hotWhen the fire cameIt rolled through housesOver peopleBlew up carsThe flames consumed everythingOld photos, deeds, dishes, refrigeratorsThe only thing it leaves is