Monthly Archives: July 2013

No revisions… can I do that…Can I put down on the page, paper,toilet or napkin, ruled or electronic,whatever the angst requires without going backand correcting punctuation, spelling,can I allow my perfectionistic selfto be ensorcelledby the woman of the carelesslife, the … Continue reading →

As a fair cook must, I waste nothing of my early life but call it all the good and joyful taste of mid-life broth, cooked upon a cauldron large enough to allow a pinch of error, a soupçon of willful, … Continue reading →

My first two weeks teaching Spanish to nurses went wildly; I pranced around the room, acted out the words as in a one-woman show, which the class was, absolutely, a show for all times… I drew charts, gave exquisite political examples, told … Continue reading →

“It is a dweller of the forests… It is the lord, the ruler of the animals.” Fr. Bernardino de Sahagun She lies in the middle of the loveseat, her seven pounds taking up all available room. She is almost ten, … Continue reading →

Había un cuento sobre un clan de mujeres con un solo seno, sobrevivientes de pruebas nucleares patrocinadas por algún gobierno, que desarrollaron tumores como esas láminas fotográficas que no muestran nada, y al final abuela, madre, hijas, hermanas, destruidas por … Continue reading →

i came away because the whining got to me whining in all the colors of the rainbow in all the letters of the alphabet masturbatory in nature, which it always is,   whining whining whining whining other places the self-promotion … Continue reading →

Sometimes I envy that early womanwith the first orgasm, first babyat her breast, that first sunsetwhenever it happened, and then there is sun coming out over the water,raising a head, at first small, raysrippling over the ocean as if it … Continue reading →

  And if it were a love poem I would talk about the wildness of the sea, the eerie green that flashed against the rocks on that mediterranean promontory, the curling of the lashes in your eyes but what I … Continue reading →

Last night there was a flowering magnolia tree outside the lutheran church when we left the meeting pondering man’s inhumanity to man but oh so lovely, the flowering magnolia tree a mute reminder of joy

It seems to me  that we are always writing for each other,  not for the planet,  not for the lost adolescents  with their skinny waists  and falling down jeans  not for the children who die daily  because there is no … Continue reading →