yellow ciiiiiiircle. He picks up the pastel green chalk to trace the yellow. green ciiiiiircle. The lines intersect and it's more of a C than…

Who is the reader? Who reads these words? Who thinks about what is seen and heard? I am the reader! I long to learn. For…

The sad part is that somehow along the way, we were led to believe perfection was even possible! It is not. But that hasn’t stopped…

Dr.Googles partial definition of “ bottom”: Ground foundation or lowest part. She particularly liked that second word: “foundation” because within its gathering of letters was…

Leave. I go back to Los Angeles in a summer before 1994, in our hot, dry smoggy house. Happy house where the boys were small.…

Kelly didn't need you to love her because she worried about it in a way that made you suspect that if she ever stopped worrying,…

One time I read that the number of human beings in the world, and this was like 30 years ago, exceeded the number of human…

It was a small realization yet it shifted her world on its teenage axis: 1964/1965 New Years Eve, Atlanta, Georgia, at a noisy café/pub she…

Your voice reaches me, your low-key, common sense, no-nonsense voice. Voice of Sky God. I depise common sense as much as I am sobered by…

Sally thought she’d write a poem about her situation. The problem was she couldn’t exactly pin the “situation” down. What was it? Was she clinging…

We are all simply star dust. It is that simple. I revel in the suggestion that we are so very much stardust, and have been…

"When the stars threw down their spears And water'd heaven with their tears: Did He smile His work to See? Did He Who made the…