A for Ask Me Anything
Ask me anything, he says.
She thinks about how to translate that in her head, into the language of her.
Writer’s Diary
The Dating Thing: A Performance
I’ve started to figure that Performance Poetry or Spoken Word does not have to conform to specific rules. I’m choosing to interpret the form as an oral sharing of an idea, an emotion or a story. This could rhyme or not, it could involve gestures or not, could include voice…
Old Healed Wounds That Ache In Bad Weather
At the Performance Poetry workshop I attended yesterday, we looked at some videos of performers. One of them had a few notes playing in the background and the performer speaking in a characteristic singsong, often-rhyming style. I blurted out, “But that’s rap!” The others smiled and told me that rap…
Tiny Tales: Luka
I wrote this for an Alphabet Sambar prompt. It’s dark per my usual but with a tighter rein on craft. It’s called LUKA.
How To Make A Paper Plane
This was my first ever performance of something I’d written.
When The Community Gives Back
2014 saw my worst ever case of writer’s block. Worst I say, not just because of how much I struggled to write but because how much I felt myself tearing away from writing. Writing and especially fiction, has been my release, my motivation and my source of survival for the…
Hello 2015, Welcome In…
Hello 2015, Welcome in. You are going to occupy my life starting now. And I’m welcoming you in. I have been looking forward to seeing you for a long time now. You see, you end with a 5 which is a very nice satisfying number to be. I wouldn’t call…
Who’s Impulsive?
Last week someone asked me, “Are you an impulsive person?” I pulled from my stock of well-thought-out answers (there, doesn’t that already tell you what it is?) and replied that I made considered decisions, which included giving impulse some consideration. This morning I thought about impulse. I thought of the…
Corn Chips
A rumination over corn chips while on a plane.
City | Fiction | Relationships
#IdeaStory: Merry-Go-Round
Life with youis like being on a merry-go-round, she says.But, he asks, did you see the view?Yes, she says, on our next upswing.