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I’m a writer, artist and designer who thinks way too much, and tries to see the beauty in the world.

Category: creative writing

  • 2017, a mini-novel

    (I’m writing a mini-novel with flash-length chapters over on Medium.com. Following is the first chapter of my tale of a dystopian future. Check out the rest if you like—it’s a work-in-progress, which I’m hoping to finish before year end. It is a work of fiction. I hope. Access the chapters by clicking here.) View at Medium.com…

  • The door is that way, Judge Ruehlman

    Dear Judge Ruehlman, I’m a registered voter and I’m not going to mince words here. I’m going to be straight with you. It’s time for you to go home, Judge. You’re drunk— drunk with judicial power, that is. Maybe it’s a side effect of how our justice system works, or doesn’t work? Maybe some counseling…

  • Dear Judge McKeon

    Dear Judge McKeon, A 40-year-old Montana father raped his 12-year-old daughter. Repeatedly. You sentenced him to 60 days, of which he will serve 43. For good measure, he must pay $80 and “future medical care for his daughter.” You mean, I think, for his victim? Forty-three days in jail for raping his 12-year-old daughter. Repeatedly.…

  • Dear Melania

    Dear Melania, Do you mind if I call you M? I don’t want to waste too many keystrokes. Never fear. I’m not going to be mean, or unfair. I’m just going to tell a story. Someday, some far-off wonderful day, you will be remembered like a princess in a fairy tale. (Yes, I think you…

  • For Terence

    For Terence

    For Terence It’s like some evil game nightmare edition of Simon says Why do so many people who look like me comb over the footage, looking for a misstep? The questions begin, inevitable hateful cloaked in willful blindness the cloak victim-blaming always wears: “Yeah but–was he fully complying? Why didn’t he comply exactly?” The wrong…

  • On sitting down with fear

    “Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.” –Hafiz Fear is ever-present, a room in every house. I think it must be acknowledged to be lived with. Denying fear’s existence, its slithery form under the bed, under the pillow, in your head, in your darkest…

  • Bursting

    Bursting Clouds rip open like my heart bursts – whoosh, closed to wide open Swoosh: a purple umbrella floats past; droplets slip, wiggle mercurial jelly-dots. We swim in the same pool, this heavenly, dirty fishbowl.  

  • Parallel worlds

    I drift to this place where water turns to vapor where the cold night melts

  • Steam

    Steam

    Steam On the surface, all so calm; moon rising, breeze unspooling winter after-dinner walk belly full, heart content yet beneath: dreams simmer in wait deep, boiling, unseen, building escaping, lost, to the night.      

  • Kicking off the new year

    I’m pleased as punch to have had two stories published this month, and so am taking this moment to celebrate. As any writers out there know, the rejections outnumber the acceptances by a ratio I’d rather not think about. (Plus, I’m not good at math, anyway). So—check them out some cold winter night (or warm…