1922
She said she never had boyfriends.
But she also said something about
a tulip growing in her garden of daisies –
some unplanned turns that knocked her
perfectly clean, white socks out from
right below her small feet.
Running For My Life
I couldn’t sleep anyway
There was nothing else to do with my rage and sorrow
no one believed me – everyone hid in the shadows of shame
I was a broken exile machine piled
exiled in the house I grew up in
so I ran
Antipode
Wan cheeks stare at the window
palm trees sway and break
in the tornado of passion
Forever In Neverland
I am sorry.
I am sorry that you held on to faith,
I am not a believer, I have no allegiance
other than the one forged by pain,
with the Goddess of Self-Preservation.
My Father’s Advocate: Aging Parents and the Impact of Positive Medical Planning
“What I’m saying is, you could drop dead at any moment.” Blunt, direct and impatient, my father’s cardiologist meant what he said. Didn’t even flinch. “So what you are saying is, my father’s heart has weakened since the last MRI six months ago?” “Yes. One side is overcompensating for the Read more
The Secret in the Blood
I hear the constant ticking of the clock. My reality is at a standstill. When will the results
come back from the lab? Why is it taking so long?
KITTYGATE: A True Crime Story
THE CRIME It all began on a warm autumn day. Summer stays around for a long time here in Arizona, and it was over 90 degrees before noon that day. That morning, to be precise. I awaken slowly in the morning. I’d had a few cups of coffee, played on Read more
When Words Fell
Verse gleaming bright, imbued with might