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In Crowd I discover in myself this startling desire to fit in. As if I am some teenager in an afterschool special or training video.  Listen, honey, don’t worry about those other kids. I am now looking for a new teacher than those crowding voices around me. An inner truth to tether myself to the world, eschewing the script, enveloped […]

Word Bubbles Travel with me a moment into a place where our thoughts become action.  Yes, this sounds like the introduction to a 60s science fiction series.  Pardon me. There are some ideas I wish to keep secret.  They are my tangle of vines, grounding me in reality.  Reminding me that I don’t have to throat punch someone. All I […]

Take Two And this is why I love film.  No one stutters unless they mean to.  They represent themselves in the best take of all. I am a silent performer.  When I drive down the road, I belt out music like a professional.  I wish I hadn’t told you that. In my mind, there’s an auditorium. Figures from my past […]

I Want to Be in a Comic Book From the flashing pages of my youth, I have wanted to be in a comic book. I designed my suit, considered my powers and weapons.  I imagined a damsel in distress. Even thought of my perfect lair. On my swing set, I would consider this universe of my making. I set about […]

In the World I’m tired of the high-minded voices I know talking about not being of the world. Like, what does that really mean?  I’m the substance of this known universe. I have dirt under my nails.  I eat from the ground. Get used to it. It’s not that I disagree with their stance on life, the universe, and a […]

The Complication Slide in Problem #1 since the story’s going too easily, way too well It’s a complication just created around the second act, since the author did not realize the story was so simple A bit of a bad baron dropped in from the sky, as in: Why should she be attracted to him? But it will propel us […]

Not Another   Not another poem about the crunch of autumn leaves; I would stuff the leaves in my mouth, chew them, and make a collage. Not another poem about pristine snow; I’d mark it with my humanity, trying to write a sonnet in human emotion on an otherwise untouched canvas. Not another poem about the cold of reason; I […]

Practice Painting In my mind, it was going to be a perfect representation of the photo taken on our honeymoon. Holy statue figure, light flowing in, a bit of greenery tucked at the side, a small stone wall. But what made it to the canvas was a child’s rendering of a ghost with blots of green.  The light didn’t even […]

A Portrait of Wilbur Just as one poet once wrote about a last duchess, so did the poet write about the first Wilbur. The brown clothing, smell of moth balls, scent of age of rows of books that Wilbur rested within. You have to wonder – did he read all those books, are they in progress, or are they simply […]

Notes Upon Viewing   The still-frame, captured eye, I do not ask permission to see.  When I enter the theater, I simply view. The camera takes me where I want to go, high in the air where I have never been.  Up and down the side of a skyscraper.  Into the mouth of a problem. Image, sound, life, deformed, resembled, […]