Recipe for Living Sun’s rise whispers of adventure. I burrow deep under the blankets. Mountain men proclaim their awesome view but life happens in the valley. Silent, grateful, I relish the vista. Speaking exposes my folly. Doubtful, I slip her… Continue Reading →
Conversations with God “Turn left,” she says. Confused, I ask “Why?” The black box responds, “Turn left now.” “Fuck that,” I mutter, holding the car’s wheel steady. “Recalculating.” “Heavy traffic ahead,” she says. Wanting an easy ride, I exit. Suggested… Continue Reading →
More American Sentences Acadia National Park, Maine, 2015 On the mountaintop, fog of a stormy day arrests inspiration. A box of marbles constantly tipped back and forth, waves pound the rock beach…. Continue Reading →
American Sentences Apartment, Kalamazoo, MI, 2018 Buried in dirty laundry, the treadmill whispers lies of pulchritude. Living alone, the dining table becomes a dump for day’s debris. I… Continue Reading →
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