The Girl Who Didn’t Know What She Knew
Early in my training I was a great admirer of Sigmund Freud. He was all over my books and magazines, peering out from black and white photographs and renderings.
Stories Poems Essays
Beneath The Ice
Jimmy was never in a hurry to go home after school, but today was an exception. He raced through the spring melt, flew through the door, kicked…
Count
Count backwards from 100. I reach 97, then I’m gone. Off to dreamland, where sometimes dreams become nightmares that become reality.
Denise
When I was a little kid, my mom would sit on my bed and play with my hair or tickle my back as she tucked me in at night.
Obituary
He fell from fatherhood, and said the fall was slow, like water through wood. He said he didn’t know. That’s all.
In His Place
The man lying on the hospital bed knows that he is dying. Beside him, the heart monitor stutters, falters, returns to a steady pace once more, each time the rhythm slower.
In the Mirror, For My Mother
In the bathwater I see rose petals falling on a little girl in pigtails & sundress reaching for your manicured hand In the mirror I see raindrops
Zenstronomy
Zen of Instruction
You say, “Hey, you know,
that makes a lot of good sense!”
I feel gratified.
Diamond in the Sky
She was already talking about me before I was born. She made the decision that I would be named Jacqueline. She would peek through the bars of my crib and blow me goodnight kisses.