What I love about this chapter of my life is that I am here to write it.

So many storied lives go unpublished.
Short ones are the most unwritten–part of what makes them so tragic:

There is an inherent injustice to a tale that never makes it past the first sentence, never lives as a fully realized premise.

Yet, here I am to even write that.…read more

2024: hours to go–
Til the New Year’s Party’s over and
Aileen leans in to show me a meme, a little dated, about being sedated by the Ramones:
Twenty, twenty-four hours to go.

That’s how this leap year lept in: on word play, a guffaw, and a grin. And: THAT’S IT!
That’s my goal for 2024. That’s all. That’s it:

To play with words and laugh along…read more

It’s always Halloween in America somewhere:
some cop is playing hero
some caped crusader just shot a Black kid
the ones at school are waiting for the asshole dressed as Rambo
Somewhere a woman cowers while a wanna-be (coward) Joker sets her life in his sights to set fire to it.

So then, I ask you this:

Why aren’t the rest of us dressed as Cap…read more

Dear Samurai,

You are a stranger to me, long dead, from the 14th century. I found your words in The Book of Runes my lover once gave to me. On page 87.

I don’t know what it is that I truly believe, but your anonymous ancient words act as a role model now for me. Those twenty one statements: I say them every morning. Or try to. I know them by h…read more