I am writing.
Not always. Not as much as I want, but I keep at it. I hope you will too, if you’re like me and that need has been perched in your soul as long as you can remember—like a cat staring you down until you relent and hand over its dinner. And I hope you will share your words, which is the hardest part, right? My work is mainly nonfiction and poetry. There is a memoir lurking.
Published Work
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Child in Need of Services
I have exactly three party tricks.
In the first, I turn my left arm around twice and touch my scapulas with a flat hand. “This ghastly gift grows from the near-compound fracture of my humerus, age seven, at the Oakland Elementary School playground,” I chirrup in explanation.
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Missionary
Like Eve, Helper Suitable,
I tried a second time
though the first had ended--