Prompt The last time I tried to control someone . . . On Writing There is only one rule, keep your hand moving. Don’t worry about grammar, spelling, or punctuation. If you feel stuck, keep writing anyway. Try going back to the prompt and write it out until other words arise, then write those—or, repeat […]Read More
Sometimes you step out of one reality and into another.
Sometimes it feels instantaneous – the relief (or the regret).
Always move toward evolution.Read More
Sometimes people know that you are homeless. If you are young, and perhaps very pretty or have some kind of odd feature that is attractive, a more affluent potential protector may make it known that he wants to save you. (Again, sometimes a protector may be a she, but a he is more common). He may have a wife and even a daughter your very own age. He has all the best intentions for you – clean clothes, a warm bed, a shower, food. He might even take you shopping and out to a fancy restaurant . . .
from: 108 Days of American Sentence – Day 9: Arms Wrap Around Me
I am surrounded, supported, and loved by strong, beautiful women.Read More
“Creativity ignited a spark. In that moment, I saw that art is not peripheral, beauty is not optional, but a strategy for survival.” – Terry Tempest Williams
I walked away a long time ago so that I could find out who I am.Read More
We moved to a small room in an annex to the Poetry Project at St. Mark’s Church. Nada Gordon was teaching – I think we were free-writing, getting warmed up.
My marriage was a disaster and I did’t necessarily feel like feeling anything – so I focused on the room and the sounds and the imagery and the energy of nervous writers filling the space. I put a lot of pressure on writing to take the place of music.
I’m guessing this happened in 2004.Read More
Tangent pulled from the middle of this free-write: Brunettes. I love dark boys, the dark hair, the dark skin, the pale eyes. I never thought I had a type, but looking back I see I have a thing for Mediterranean men. Darker men. I love curly hair and almond-shaped eyes. Light brown eyes, green eyes, blue eyes. Oh, but dark hair and lovely sharp features.Read More
I became stronger, braver, softer, and far happier than I have been in a very long time.Read More
love, faith, and trust make change a whole lot easierRead More
We experienced our grief in a new way – between our teeth, on our tongues, in our bellies. We were full. Our sadness was complete.Read More
Dharma wants to know Greg’s fantasy girl. Greg tells his mother that he doesn’t want to go on the cruise with her. Dharma tracks down Greg’s fantasy girl and she makes a video. Dharma can’t understand why Greg is not thrilled. Dharma talks to her mother about Greg’s fantasy. Dharma’s mother says by shining a […]Read More
Back at the Mind’s Eye a long time ago . . .Read More