The Author and Her Lover’s Hands
A fine artist and an author marry. How do they navigate such a relationship. We have agreed to our open marriage. My husband, our lovers, and me.
Garbage
The rest of the garbage decides one member does not belong. The tossers get it wrong. And this piece of garbage is not what it seems.
Up & Down
Until the hovering crystal ladder appeared, no one in Turnersville noticed the dented aluminum bucket, with its sisal rope handle, resting in Hobson’s field…
The Hurricane
A poem about death and loss, and the hopelessness akin to enduring a hurricane when there is nothing you can do but wait it out.
Cousins
When I met David Bowie, face-to-face, I wished my cousins had been at my side. The guys would understand why I shivered when I shook David’s hand…
Correspondence
Correspondence reveals much. But only if you have access to all the letters do you have the entire story. With all, the pieces fit.
Equals
Scientist Lunguard is determined to prove his theory – although his peers have deemed him insane. He shouldn’t continue his research. Perhaps it’s too late.
Poetry
How does analyzing poetry inspire writers? I wrote this piece in 1994 after a university education almost killed the artist inside me. I hope you enjoyed it.
Complaint 17
What happens to the planet when Larry takes a long lunch? Long as in eons. Coding Supervisor Joshua tries to save the day – and his job.
Tasting Pink
Colors come alive. “A rainbow, my son, is something you do not understand. A rainbow is making love to someone who can make you see….”
Moments of Humanity
Our differences are window dressing. In our assertion of identity we fail to appreciate that humans share so many experiences.
The Game of Xs & Zs
Ever wonder how pharmaceutical companies name medications? Wonder no more! Get your Scrabble letters and answer the age-old question.