The last poem–not this one, nor the one before. The one to the left of the page, not the right. Below the fold, as it were; it’s definitely not above board. That’s the one that makes me a poet. None…

[novel character continuation!] Ravi was relieved that the Woodfords were due for their staycation that summer. He wanted more time. He wanted to hide with June under the covers and under the trees, away from the endless speculation of whether…

The last poem I wrote to you was this morning. The heat must be playing tricks on me, because I think I see you waiting on the sidewalk entrance in front of George Washington High School, sipping cold brew coffee…

I Love Hearing You in My Dreams. I love hearing you in my dream, I love seeing you in my dream, I love how you reach out to me in my dream! How do you even do that? Fog &…

The last poem…..what a notion…. Clearly, the last poem will be the final sound the Cosmos produces as it dissolves into Oblivion, never to be heard from again. For, as long as there is Sound, there is Poetry.

Flore sputtered, shocked into swallowing the wrong way. “Excuse me, what?” “Couldn’t you be imagining it?” Amy said. “I’m sorry, I know I’m your friend so you probably think I should be taking your side. And maybe I should. But…

We limited humans tend to see only what is in front of us, and if you are a catatrophizer like I am, being stuck in that limited view of the “now is forever” can be agonizingly painful and anxiety ridden.…

His name is Peter…..and miraculous as it may seem, he is 25 years younger than me! We’ve been married 22 years, and are happier with each other every passing day. He came to me as a private acting student at…

"You weren't there for me!" Flore cried out. Everything was liquid; tears stung her eyes, and saliva sputtered as the words escaped from a dank inner chamber. "You weren't there when it mattered, when everything went to shit. You just…

(Continued from the last I sent you.) It was a beautiful day, the kind we didn’t get often in the Pacific Northwest. Completely clear skies, sunlight filtering down through the branches of the Douglas Firs the logging company hadn’t gotten…

[continuing with some characters in my novel!] Soccer. Ravi fell in love with soccer shortly after he learned to walk. On the way back from a weekend in Spain, Goofy Uncle Neil had impulsively decided that a full size soccer…