A Letter To The Little Girls

When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about… there is a field. I will meet you there -Rumi How can I possibly begin this letter? I have so much to say, so many words inside, which are crammed, arguing, scratching one another, Read more

Stephanie’s Station

Stephanie’s right hand was stuck inside the door of a baby blue Lexus. While she was in no pain—that would come later—she couldn’t wiggle her fingers. She worried they’d no longer be three-dimensional once the door opened again. In the front seat, the grownups talked with an easy camaraderie about Read more

The Tapestry Of Our Lives

Art lives inside the silver fox gray of an unruly beard and disheveled hair reaching for the clouds Bringing them down in a floating fluff of white light onto the canvas Art breathes through the patient, observant eyes of an old cerulean soul Beauty lives inside the mysterious deep dive Read more

This Ain’t No Crisis

Screw midlife crisis. This isn’t a crisis. It’s the furthest thing from. It’s enlightenment. A goddamn renaissance. A beautiful soul-opening, mind-bending, heart-stopping, knee-weakening, see-it-with-eyes-wide-open awakening that has rendered me off-guard and breathless. My solar plexus is in a constant state of quiver. I cannot control a single speck of it. Read more