spoons of intent

the space between us
is measured in spoons of intent
present
and hidden to both of us
spaces make room for life and quicksand
and our talking paints the door
for surrender to enter
I show you polaroids,
you tell stories
that rumble low in your chest
and till my soil
I’m chewing your hope in my mouth
moving it around with my tongue
keeping it supple
and ready [...]

Moving, Electing, Noveling.

Oh my, my.  I moved today, for the 14th time since July (but who’s counting.)  And I am living in America, a country I am proud to live in for the first time in 8 long, long years.  And I am many thousands of words behind in my novel-writing word count, but am having a [...]

Make believe you aren’t me, part 1

I just realized why the prospect of writing fiction doesn’t enchant me the way it used to. I’m too attached to my own character. I have an obsessive streak of self-checking, self-awareness, self-righteousness, self-justification and comparing.
Somewhere in my psychological evolution I became terrified of being forgotten. And now it springs forth in [...]