[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…
View writingEl Dorado read the front of the nightclub. It was located in Berlin’s gay neighborhood – the rainbow district. Agatha had never been in this neighborhood before. Orange lamps lit the interior of the club. Agatha peered in. She saw…
View writingSo when is life not chaotic? I mean, really…..when does it ever actually make sense? Sure, there may be a moment or two, when Love pokes its nosy nose in , convincing us , or trying to, that it has…
View writingBremerhaven was founded in 1827 as a seaport for Bremen. Bremerhaven expanded Bremen’s trading capacities and grew to become a major port for fishing and international shipping. It was a shipbuilding city too. “The fastest and best ships came from…
View writingMy whole adult life is about making up scenes for my films. A slew of scenes NOT made up by my mind are about what would happen when Kenji (my husband) and I applied for and received a grant from…
View writing[Fiction] She walks in the park, eyes hitting trees and grass and dogs off leash chasing balls while their owners text and chat with each other. Her path is sure. She has walked this pebbled path before, many times, at…
View writingWe have both, right?…a mind and a brain…right? Or is it just one entity we all have and we just call it by two different names? My most prosaic thought ( in my mind and my brain) is that the…
View writingIt's waiting on the edge of your bed staring at the wall with the art on display choosing the right socks before going to the shed and deciding on the tool to start the day It's completing the dishes while…
View writingThe road before us is always unlit, unknown, a dark territory to which we've been given no map. This goes against all my training to be fully prepared, have a plan, know my destination. My wish for certainty and safety…
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