The Drive

I drove my mother’s car; A manual transmission, 1989 deep-purple Volvo station-wagon. I’ve been driving for ten miles. The kind of miles that take forever because you’re on a two-lane county road with frequent and unnecessary stop-lights for the majority of them. Trisha sat passenger. She knew this wouldn’t be a short drive. Through trail […]

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Love and Art

“I think as an artist, to become an artist, you have to love yourself so much.  Then, you have to find someone;  You have to find someone who loves you even more…” He said after I questioned love.  And I thought.  I sunk in my thoughts. Thought upon thought of all the things that I […]

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Rhythmic Time

The world moves in rhythmic Time.  Everything has a pulse, a tempo, a beat.  Like a heart.   Your heart. I found mine skipping along side it with my hand in yours.  I felt it in your fingertips.  I heard it upon your chest.  I crawled inside.  I danced with you.  Though I was out […]

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Romance Novelist

I write romantic things for privileged women who call themselves girls much passed their girlhood. They read with me. They stare at the make-up on their faces. We are made up and lined. Every day, new lines. Crooked lines. Curved lines. Lines lines lines. I pray to whatever god I believe in that day for […]

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Time’s Iris

Time swiftly navigated the cold tile floor of the room they called mine and positioned himself at the side of the bed that was assigned to me.  He adjusted his oval reading glasses and from his hip revealed a pen.  With a click of the hammer, Time readied his instrument and prepared for notetaking on […]

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