Category Archives: Prose and Poetry

Current and past original work

Wednesday, 3:03 pm

The cat. The sidewalk. The heat. The smoke. The laugh. The window. The thought. The car. The tree. The cloud. The sky. The dream.

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Skid Marks

The basement of my childhood home comprised the entire footprint of the house—thirty by sixty feet. In the corner just left of the staircase as you descended was the hollowed-out remains of an old riding lawnmower. My older brother had painted … Continue reading

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The Artist and Ganymede

There was an old artist with his cat named Ganymede. They sat before a window high in a tower. Below was the market, above was the sky, and a circus on rooftops where all animals could fly. In the morning … Continue reading

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Friendship at VCFA, where the magic is real

During this summer’s residency in Writing for Children and Young Adults at the Vermont College of Fine Art, I was one of six student lecturers sharing critical insights regarding picture book authorship. My presentation focused on the textual reference to … Continue reading

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Two Forces

Between two forces—one pulling us toward the person we are destined to be, the other toward the person we long to become—lies a liminal space of infinite possibilities. A place of continuingly coming into being, where words, faith, intention, and … Continue reading

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The Girl From Far Away

Was it dreams or prayers that brought her? Magic filled October skies The train arrived with The girl from far away. Flesh and bone and spirit melded Youth with its ecstatic flame And talks I’d have with The girl from … Continue reading

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Street at the End of Time

Photo courtesy of marcolm at FreeDigitalPhotos.net After she vanished, I felt the weight of isolation and the bitter irony of birds singing as tears streamed down my face. Vonnegut would have understood – “and so it goes.” The stones were … Continue reading

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