A Site for Fearless Writers
My smile in the photo isn’t a lie, but an attempt. It was my idea to take the family Christmas portrait, one of those last-ditch
I had nicked my arm with a razor blade earlier in the season, and thought at the time that it would suffice. Just a little
Death is something we don’t like to think about much, especially our own. I don’t believe it’s good to dwell on it too much, because
This week we pulled over from our regularly-scheduled program of. . .whatever it was I was gonna teach–maybe it was the villanelle form; anyway–we got
I have a poet friend in North Hollywood named Monty who says he’d kill a small domestic animal if that’s what it took to get
When my mother first moved in with us, she discovered the wonders of Apple TV. It took her a couple of months to figure out