I've never been the type of person who's resorted to fighting. Sibling scuffles, spats with cousins, sure. But I've never been in what I would consider an actual fight. A definition of a fight means a one-on-one, bare-knuckled, black-eyed, bruised, bloodied throw down. I've seen these types of fights: in parks, in bars, in apartments,... Continue Reading →
Strike While It’s Hot
Stripped
Stripped of story would make me lonely. If you take away people, I’ll talk To animals, to insects, to plants. To pots and pans, and coffee mugs, The stream of water that pours From the refrigerator. If you take away my tongue, I’ll write about Unrequited love among the bookshelves, The struggles of the passion... Continue Reading →
A Poetry Challenge
I don't like having to pay to have a book published. It doesn't seem the right way to go about getting published. This is a challenge, though. Write 21 poems in 21 days. That certainly seems doable and sounds like a fun way to go about this. I'll post my first poem here, and I'll... Continue Reading →
strike the muse 