As I have been playing with the idea of writing a time travel story, several ideas have occurred to me. Some of these ‘ideas’ I don’t remember anymore. I should…

And I was off, pedaling madly on a dusty dirt road, my disheveled ponytail damp with sweat. Messy bun. Ball of keratin stress. I winced in pain, my thumbs bleeding,…

Click here to read Part 1.Click here to read Part 2. Loir-et-Cher, France 1742Château de Chambord, in search of the alchemist Count of St. Germain A return to the northern European climate was a…

If you knew Raymond, you’d think a bookstore would be the perfect place for him to meet a woman. Ideally, a nerdy pretty woman in a whimsical hat sipping a…

In a late spring rain, the monk made his way along the covered stone path. Glancing out toward the garden where lay brothers were setting out new plants, undeterred by…

I last saw him that Sunday. Sitting on an old pine log like a nuthatchstaring at the white morning glory in his garden. With quivering hands, he waved as the…

I dance through sleep while others dream the stars on their distant throneare nothing to me there will be no more stained glassno incantations I dance through griefwhile others mourn my…

     i.            The sound of the Waves of EnvyLocks the gate to Life.Strand us on Styx’s shoresAll eternity to look upon the living mingle:The open air of joys forsworn forThe odes of…

You are so weird was the most loving thing my mother said and you speak Spanish that sounds like Armenian  but her arms were smooth and smelled like bread and she would let me write on her…

to be bright       and carry oni wanted in       but also wanted outyou all looked like dancing mummies from here andthe bedroom is always safe for me friendship          or i hate herfucking               but also i’m…