When she was three, her parents had only one car, black with running boards that she could climb up into the car with its flannel-lined seats. Her father always took the car to work. Without the car her mother could not shop. They lived in post-war housing, no...
February 2021 Writing
False Floor
What's with all the water? he asks over the top of his morning news. I'm bleeding mid-cycle, she half whispers. He flares his nostrils, ruffles his focus back to his stocks. The floor is also a raft. The Gulf Stream is disappearing with the Atlantic circulation. I...
Inspection
After the school gates were locked, we lined up for Inspection. Boy girl lines, at least that’s how I remember it, I could ask my sister but she won’t remember, she has the most shocking crap memory, it’s amazing what she’s forgotten. More than most people ever...
Two Poems (full doubt)
Discharge my scalp erupts with rash the surgeon forgot to shave my head before she left taxi electric silent no smoke to curse suck watch rise yet these white walls sheets pillows drapes chair sky sky count backwards to the...
Because Reflective Self-evaluation Matters
Damn how these squirrels outsmart at the suet feeder and deprive hungry woodpeckers their seed. Out from a snow tunnel the rat hightails toward the scattered ground. Theft is unstoppable. Jamie witnesses no evidence of doubt in these creatures, and why would he? Is...
Marguerite and Covidic Pandemonium
A child’s first foray into life’s uncertainties: aleatory allegory of bliss or love stripped bare bloom fades prematurely at the whim of innocence that seeks seeds of hope, finds signs of sorrow in an irreversible dismantling of white, buttery beauty...
Maybe Now, I Can Stop
My barefoot husband walks towards me in ankle-deep slush. Dream fog fades into a muddy brown, revealing nighttime, a parking lot. But where? He stops. Slush oozes through his toes. I circle, body following head. Club house, pro-shop, a green (If I remember correctly,...
Hello and welcome to February!
Hi there! Meg has put together some evocative resources on an incredibly important subject -- how we as writers can harness doubt. It's brilliant, the way she shows us how to take this thing that is often considered a NEGATIVE and spins it into something that is...
As the Ground Slips Away
When she was three, her parents had only one car, black with running boards that she could climb up into the car with its flannel-lined seats. Her father always took the car to work. Without the car her mother could not shop. They lived in post-war housing, no...
False Floor
What's with all the water? he asks over the top of his morning news. I'm bleeding mid-cycle, she half whispers. He flares his nostrils, ruffles his focus back to his stocks. The floor is also a raft. The Gulf Stream is disappearing with the Atlantic circulation. I...
Inspection
After the school gates were locked, we lined up for Inspection. Boy girl lines, at least that’s how I remember it, I could ask my sister but she won’t remember, she has the most shocking crap memory, it’s amazing what she’s forgotten. More than most people ever...
Two Poems (full doubt)
Discharge my scalp erupts with rash the surgeon forgot to shave my head before she left taxi electric silent no smoke to curse suck watch rise yet these white walls sheets pillows drapes chair sky sky count backwards to the...
Because Reflective Self-evaluation Matters
Damn how these squirrels outsmart at the suet feeder and deprive hungry woodpeckers their seed. Out from a snow tunnel the rat hightails toward the scattered ground. Theft is unstoppable. Jamie witnesses no evidence of doubt in these creatures, and why would he? Is...
Marguerite and Covidic Pandemonium
A child’s first foray into life’s uncertainties: aleatory allegory of bliss or love stripped bare bloom fades prematurely at the whim of innocence that seeks seeds of hope, finds signs of sorrow in an irreversible dismantling of white, buttery beauty...
Maybe Now, I Can Stop
My barefoot husband walks towards me in ankle-deep slush. Dream fog fades into a muddy brown, revealing nighttime, a parking lot. But where? He stops. Slush oozes through his toes. I circle, body following head. Club house, pro-shop, a green (If I remember correctly,...
Hello and welcome to February!
Hi there! Meg has put together some evocative resources on an incredibly important subject -- how we as writers can harness doubt. It's brilliant, the way she shows us how to take this thing that is often considered a NEGATIVE and spins it into something that is...