I am a wildfire waiting to spread My skin is steaming, my brain frying Vision is bordered with flames of red, waiting for the day I drop dead The tantrum in my heart is too much to take If I…

I couldn't do anything. It wasn't anger; it was despair. I'd flown from San Francisco to Honolulu not knowing whether I'd find my son alive, being kept alive on machines, or -- that alternative was too horrid to think about.…

I go back to the memory of sitting in the hot shower, cuddled into my own arms wrapped around me, as i sit under the bruising heat of the water pelting down on my. My saltwater tears mix with the…

The toilet was clogged again this morning. I'm going to have to buy more moth traps for the kitchen. There are too many to keep up. I have to go to work. Someone just breathed on me in the line…

My life was shaped by my love - my need - for this man stand eight feet above the stage, dressed like an ant. . It’s Fall, 1969, my first grad school show at the University of Minnesota, and instead…

1982 “Evie, we need to do something tonight you may not like, and I hope you’ll say it’s okay.” I thought maybe Paul wanted to try a new restaurant. Maybe go out with his theater office staff and not include…

So much writing through so many years….. I am walking down the street and i see a round opening in the middle of the street…i look down the hole and i see something moving….i see deep below a very very…

Peony touched the scar above her right cheek, and remembered. She had been trusting once. Not stupid, but she believed

A blank piece of paper A swarming of bees in the distance The gentle curve of a wave, seen from a high hotel window A new pen to write you The slip into the blue box The thought of you…

Lost I lived in Los Angeles for most of my life. Our last home there was in Eagle Rock, a not yet gentrified neighborhood near Highland Park, hemmed in by freeways. Other than the private college across the street from…

Isolation….it heals me… in isolation, there are no expectations, only rest, quiet and healing. People exhaust me. I’d rather hangout with dogs! Dogs love you unconditionally, and they want to cuddle all day long….for me, isolation breeds creativity…. Dogs are…