I am not going to fight. I am going to vastly improve my argument (and it's pretty damned good already). I am not going to point out the obvious (at least not obviously), and I am not going to name-call. What I AM going to do is be there. Be present, and supportive, and listen … Continue reading Rabbit Mother, Tiger Daughter. [Journal entry 6.9.14]
Dear loud nasal-voiced woman sitting over my left shoulder, Stop talking. Please. We three writers sitting quietly by the fireplace are cringing and wincing, shooting each other rolling-eyes about your "how annoying boss, Bob" and how late meeting invites were ignored. The rapid-fire banality of your workplace drama and gossip--Diana is a slut, AND she … Continue reading Starbucks: Fireside Eavesdropping.
It is a falling-asleep sound snow turning unheard to blustery icy tiny cannonballs against the panes separated by damask curtains of black and white we go about our evening alterations one to blanket one blanketed both to rest a spell one to melt one to manifest desires and epiphanies in tomorrow's light. DJD 2013
Old stomping ground. Exhale Hill, as it is known by those of us who move away from that wide open big water and miniscule cliffside life. water methodists and whalers yachtsmen gossips artists the faithful and the bedhoppers claythrowers gemworkers taverners dutiful counselors It all seems so endless when you are there, going about the … Continue reading Salt Breathing. [Loose poem]