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

Zooming Out, The Cleaving, and the Never Ending Universe

We start with gratitude. Many thanks to Red Fez for publishing Better Luck Next Year and to Misfit Magazine for taking my short poem I Don’t Feel Like a Fighter Today Without small presses I couldn’t share. Unable to share, I would be trapped. Mute. And probably rather terrified. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… We found a planet yesterday… Continue reading Zooming Out, The Cleaving, and the Never Ending Universe