We Contain Multitudes. With or Without the Little Dudes

First as always – the thanks yous: Thanks to Your One Phone Call for giving this poem, Universe, a home and to Commonline Journal for accepting this one about waking up in the middle of surgery….cause that was all kinds of “awesome”. ************************************************************************************************************************************************************ So I read this piece the other day by Amanda Palmer (musician,… Continue reading We Contain Multitudes. With or Without the Little Dudes

Morning Commute

Hey, he says, Hey, you look like my wife. You Indian? Hey, he says, You Indian? Let me show you a picture of my wife. Look at that. Ain’t she gorgeous? She looks Indian. But she’s a Puerto Rican. Ha! Isn’t that funny. I was so excited. Thought I bagged me an Indian or a… Continue reading Morning Commute