September Symphony from the collection Wild Cucumbers Atop a Hill Called Molly
...coming up on the rise that skirts a hill called Molly... the greens and browns and splashes of daisy in bursts...like cymbals crashing.. sky blue is the…
Yesterday I heard an interview on NPR with the founder of Smith Magazine about a new anthology he’s edited/released: a collection of stories inspired by the prompt: A Life Changing Moment. I was fascinated and as…
Saturday June 4, 2011 Now it's 4:26. I'm actually sitting at my new desk in my new office on the 2nd floor of the Emerson House with my book open in front of me. I'm sitting on a chair that…
Wow – I finally found a corner with enough light to write. I just relieved Sonya at the Windsor Elementary Pajama Jam → an actual dance → in the hollow gym/cafeteria with the latest pop beats blaring,: distorted with indistinguishable…
I see the dream so clearly at this moment and the world makes sense. Energized and alive, feeling that I know what to do to ignite the remaining fuel for a rocket boost