It was sophomore year, Spring semester breaking as the frozen Winter campus melted into meadows of crocuses, colored deep blue and gold, the University’s colors. Everyone was doing it, it seemed…. The shop lifting thing…. So Deidre decided to try…
View writingThese friends who became our enemies. One week later, on April 7, 1933, the government passed the Law for the Restoration of the Professional Civil Service. The Law restricted employment in the civil service to Aryans. Three classes of civil…
View writingHe smelled of cigarettes, leather, paint lacquer, paint thinner, gold leaf and slight deodorized sweat. Everyone said I looked like him….i do have his large brown eyes. And his aquiline nose with a slight bump in the middle. He was…
View writingTwo bright red cans of coca-cola sitting on the granite counter. I love these secret delicacies at Katy's house. Her mom Ann, pale skin from Irish descent, asks Katy and I if we need anything else. Katy smiles and turns…
View writingReaching over I check that I have the flyers I need. I pull the half size black and white flyers that say "Raise the Minimum Wage Coalition" right at the top. Printed on my home laser jet computer and sliced…
View writingI heard this question asked on NPR this morning. “What if tehre was an elephant in your neighborhood. The interviewee said, "Nothing. No one would notice. Everyone is dealing with their own shit, like heroin addiction." What might my neighbors…
View writingThe sky is infinite-magnificently endless- and so are the possibilities of poetry.
View writing[Fiction, an exercise for my novel. Berthe Morisot POV, Lost Journal Entries, June 23, 1886] Poetry falls from the sky when Mallarme visits us. In the evenings, he reads what he calls his scribbles. I strain to understand, lost as…
View writingWhen I was a young girl, hard-wired tight and oh so sensitive, I forced myself to look impenetrable, on the outside. So attuned to the gaze of other eyes on me that I retreated, to the inside. Safe and calm…
View writingNow is ALWAYS the time! And no matter how much you stress and strain to avoid it, no matter how hard you struggle to block it, your artistry will force its way out of your heart and mind, through your…
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