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03/09/2025

03/09/2025

See You at Bellis Fair, Saturday, March 15.
There's a Whole Lot of Book Sales Going On

01/29/2025

Matilde, the Dahlia Doula a poem from Mt. Temporary

January 29, 2025Day 23 I watch Matilde, her bright fuchsia dressclings to her opulent body—she sets her high-polishedhooked garden knife aside, wiped clean and goes on to the next dahlia tuber Oh, …

01/29/2025

January 29, 2025Day 23 I watch Matilde, her bright fuchsia dressclings to her opulent body—she sets her high-polishedhooked garden knife aside, wiped clean and goes on to the next dahlia tuber Oh, you will be lovely, Matilde sings the words, a bedazzled garden bloomsin the paradise of her mind. She fingers the dahlia's moon-like surfaceand squints as she brings the tuber eye level,...

January 29, 2025Day 23 I watch Matilde, her bright fuchsia dressclings to her opulent body—she sets her high-polishedhooked garden knife aside, wiped clean and goes on to the next dahlia tuber Oh, …

01/18/2025

Mt. Temporary is a series of poems based on a move I made eight years ago. I am in no now way done. Enjoy the ride with me.

January 18, 2025 Day 12 Everything is Alright Home after a long day in a stacked-like-pancakes medical building. My head buzzes with the whirs of tests, machines, and doctors. The phlebotomist whis…

01/12/2025

The 2024 Global Thriller Semi-Finals for High Stakes Suspense is here! Hold onto your seats, because the world is in danger in these fast-paced books!

01/10/2025

Water Lily Village January 10, 2025 Day 3 Omar, the weathercaster, ponders the heavens,while I ponder him. Green-eyed and freckled-facedhis gray dreads hang below his shoulders; he towers over me,stern lines furrow his brow, but theDrop crotch pants and mango tunic make me smile. You think it’ll snow? I sayI see his breath as he slowly exhales....

Water Lily Village January 10, 2025 Day 3 Omar, the weathercaster, ponders the heavens,while I ponder him. Green-eyed and freckled-facedhis gray dreads hang below his shoulders; he towers over me,s…

01/08/2025

Water Lily Village January 8, 2025 Day 1 At the top of the arched bridgea water field of lilies lies in dream,I glance back at a world fading Cabins form a u-shape along the pond;I gaze silently; Betty, my dog, barks. I take small steps on creaking wooden planks.The bridge gives and supports. Ripples of pond water prodded by wind…...

Water Lily Village January 8, 2025 Day 1 At the top of the arched bridgea water field of lilies lies in dream,I glance back at a world fading Cabins form a u-shape along the pond;I gaze silently; B…

01/06/2025

January 6, 2025 Frozen grass blades under bare feetsun is yet to melt the night away andI stand at the corner of dark and lighton a precipice where I walk carefully, artfully, maybeA sudden motion, lack of focus might have me veeringinto an abyss of endless tunneled darknessor into giddy light, creating a Dionysius effect…...

January 6, 2025 Frozen grass blades under bare feetsun is yet to melt the night away andI stand at the corner of dark and lighton a precipice where I walk carefully, artfully, maybeA sudden motion,…

01/05/2025

Whoa! Five-Stars!l. Thank you, Chanticleer Book Reviews & Media

"As a journey of unleashing one’s own inner strength, and a love letter to a beautiful location and way of life, Confluence is a gem of a novel."

In Confluence, homebody Maya discovers a secret of her past—her birth in Sangam. Struggling to leave her comfort zone, Maya prepares for a profound journey.

01/03/2025

This is a story based on a memory laced into fiction. I emphasize fiction but the classroom business is true to my recollection. When I was a senior in college I enrolled in a post-grad English class focused on the literature of Colonial America. The professor, let's call him Dr. Maxx, typified academia. He clothed his pear-shaped body in tweeds; his plump cheeks and narrow nose were veined and pale....

This is a story based on a memory laced into fiction. I emphasize fiction but the classroom business is true to my recollection. When I was a senior in college I enrolled in a post-grad English cla…