How the Dead want to be Remembered
When you remember me, picture me smiling. A grin of a thousand laughs Like sunshine on a Saturday. Remember how my laughter bounced off the walls and filled a room. How you already knew me, when my laughter reached your eardrums. Remember me as I was. With the same sweetness Read more
Tales of Immigrant Ancestors
Another conversation with my aunt, who tells me about her father’s trip who made his crossing to America when he was fifteen. Alone, he traveled from Canicatti, no money or education, for vague hope of a better life, sponsored by his sister, my grandmother, who arrived at Ellis Island, 1917. Read more
Donald Trump You are Right, the System IS Rigged
Yes, Donald, the system is rigged. Only, not in the way you say it is. The system is rigged against those about whom you say terrible things. The system is rigged against the immigrant as he tries to build a better life in this country, a safer more prosperous life, Read more
She Gets It
Sometimes, God does a different kind of matchmaking. Today, he put me right next to someone who needed to talk and to be understood. She began speaking the moment I boarded our town jitney as if she had been waiting just for me. Mind you, I have heard her and Read more
All I Can Do
I feel the malevolent thunder coming from the Right a howling nativistic storm led by the Orange monster swirling and marshaling for their inevitable attack And all I can do, is breathe the fearful angry air hold the people and things I love tighter and deeper and unflinchingly prepare To Read more
Words on Paper: A Visceral Love Story
Loneliness. Sadness. A whisper of impending defeat. “Less than” disable emotions creep in as my mind slows with a need to unclench. Weakened barriers. Weary soldiers. Relentless dreams. A hunger so furious it feels all consuming. What do I do between the moments of mass creation? How do I quiet Read more
House of Dearth
A marionette tugging at her strings. A brunette Barbie bursting from the seams. Seams of micro mini dresses, hanging from the closet of her Barbie Dream House. A house that holds nothing, but someone else’s visions. She tries to hide, under layers of lies and false portrayals. But the more Read more