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Ask. Seek. Desire. Expand. Move. Feel. Be.

There she is. . . The one who loves too hard, feels too deeply, asks too often, desires too much. There she is taking up too much space, with her laughter, her curves, her honesty. Her presence is as tall as a tree, as wide as a mountain. Her energy occupies every crevice of theContinue reading “Ask. Seek. Desire. Expand. Move. Feel. Be.”

I Wonder…

THINGS I WONDER ABOUT:   1. Are people super rude because they are miserable and they think that making perfect strangers miserable too will gratify or satisfy them momentarily? Specifically, people who are rude to those in the service industry. Does it make them feel better about themselves? Because they certainly aren’t getting better serviceContinue reading “I Wonder…”

At Last

Sam walked down the long green entryway to her grandmother’s door gazing at the new orchids blooming in the courtyard. Her eyes wandered up into the mango tree and she wondered when the fruit would start to weigh heavy on the branches. The year before they had come in April, unseasonably early, almost two monthsContinue reading “At Last”

A Second Chance

Jamal slammed his car door shut. He looked down through the tinted window at the resume sitting on the seat and shook his head. He kicked his tire and regretted it as he walked heavily up the stairs to his apartment, the pounding in his head now matched by the throbbing in his toe. HeContinue reading “A Second Chance”

Let’s Get Something Straight

The term “feminist.” It does not mean I don’t want a boy or girl to open doors for me. Please hold my hand. And walk me home. It does not mean I won’t do the dishes and the laundry and vacuum. And feed us. Every week. Which is why You should too, occasionally or always. ItContinue reading “Let’s Get Something Straight”

My Mother is Not in a Cult

Ali and Heather walked home from cheerleading practice with an aura of sulkiness about them. The trees were just beginning to set fire above the suburban road, but the two fourteen year old girls were so chocked full of self-doubt that they couldn’t see the autumn delight. The yellow and orange leaves mingling with theContinue reading “My Mother is Not in a Cult”

Miami Life, Another Night

A fly’s wings fluttered against the glass as thunder shook the pane. Drops pelted the roof of the car. The fly buzzed. Sam considered opening the window and letting him drown. An ambulance siren howled in the distance. The rain masked the sounds of metal and rubber and the slick roads claiming its victims. The flyContinue reading “Miami Life, Another Night”

Ordinary Won’t Do

In what world is this Too pretty to kiss Too bold to relate Too pedantic about fate Too sure to question Too pure, this breath Too undying this passion Too soon this death Where mediocrity thrives, certainty dies Petulance cries and devotion tries For a stronger pull in this way or that The way strangersContinue reading “Ordinary Won’t Do”

Being naked.

“So,” says the darling person genuinely interested in my life, “what have you been up to?” “Well,” I start, looking to whatever person or book I happen to be in public with for support, “I just finished editing my novel.” And in that time, before they process how to answer this statement, I wonder: doContinue reading “Being naked.”

The Old Head of Kinsale

It was dark when we arrived. The lights of the city stretched farther than I had expected. Traffic was bad, but not as bad as it had been in Dublin. John took the first parking spot he saw and we headed into the Pub across the street. There was some sort of meeting going onContinue reading “The Old Head of Kinsale”

The Old Man That He Sees

He wakes. His feet touch the cool stone floor. He ignores his weathered reflection, rinses his hands, and splashes water on his face. The sticky dawn drifts through the seaward window. He sees the fog and the distant orange circle muted above the horizon. He turns back to the looking glass. You will catch a bigContinue reading “The Old Man That He Sees”