[An excerpt from my memoir: The Parts that Felt Like Me - a Pilgrimoire (working title)] " This was 2010, when I’d met and stayed with Paul in the harbor town of Leith, Edinburgh. It had been a yummy holiday, and Paul had to get back to the business of weekend visitation of his children. Paul and I took… Continue reading Umber Geordie
Now that my heart is, at last, broken, I can tell you about him. On rainy days, I would think about my lover, and there was nothing but flight in my heart. I could conjure up the image, and I would begin to feel that I had life in my veins. I could think straight,… Continue reading Great Love Affairs
I ran away. It was right of me to run away at the time. It wasn’t going to hurt anyone. There was nothing wrong with my life, but I still ran. I ran because I was changing and my predictably-constructed world was not. I had everything I worked for, through 7 years of self-employment. Success,… Continue reading I Ran Away
The following is an exerpt from my memoir, a short part of the passage about memory I wrote last night. There's morebeyond the photo! Love that photo. *** "A few things I see in this new dream, namely the things she told me. I may have a feeling that I saw or heard something else.… Continue reading The Trouble with Memory
For my first number, a poem inspired by my travel in Europe, after running through some epic trials and yes, I daresay, tribulations and glorious struggles and personal victories. [ Go down a few lines and click "continue reading" to expand the whole poem first.] Enjoy. HERE I am here. This is no small feat.… Continue reading HERE
