Unsent Love Letter to Virginia Woolf (a poem)

[Scrawled on the steps of 46 Gordon Square, London, England, April 2014]   Dearest Vergie,   It may please you to know I took some time out of my busy itinerary today to visit you in Bloomsbury. I rang, but you must have missed the bell. that’s okay, most of us won’t even have well-wishers... Continue Reading →

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May Contain Other Tree Nuts (a poem)

Call me an optimist but I look forward to the day when  I find a pecan or an almond in a fresh batch of pistachios (try saying that five times fast).   Back of a used napkin math here: In a lifetime, I have probably cracked into ~22 kgs of pistachios and never do I... Continue Reading →

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Like They Said…

"I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us…we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A BOOK MUST BE THE AXE... Continue Reading →

Autumnal Equinox (Freewriting S.A.D)

Although I have a hard time identifying with any belief system, one's actions can sometimes categorize one's self into certain identities. With that said, I guess I'm fairly pagan--as wonderfully nebulous as that is. I celebrate the solstices and equinoxes. They designate important time periods in my part of the world, and are particularly important... Continue Reading →

Giving It My Best Shot

The approach of the autumnal equinox seems to usher a familiar feeling. I haven't totally figured myself out yet, but fall always has some power over me. For one thing, my childhood ensconced September as “back-to-school”. That's one thing I thought I had moved away from...but this year, I have summoned it back. Of course,... Continue Reading →

Uh Yeah, Me Neither… (A Poem)

Do you take all your poems out ‘round back? Fantasize about them during teleconferences? Sketch them from memory by candlelight when the wind sounds like orgasmic gasps? Does your blood burst in your genitals when you feel the line break? Do you try to conjure their smell and end up hyperventilating? Tell me, do you... Continue Reading →

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