and this moment is the past passes like a comet yonder free with you laying with you laid down past and pretense jazz and horns and drums...

“Isn’t it fun to gallop in a princess dress,” I say, calves deep in the sludge we call ‘The River’ in the woods near the bay. Some...

2020 I wouldn’t call myself an Indigo child I’d call myself a Green Child But not NPR green (and eco-friendly!) Or Mar-A-Lago-money green...

2018 Daddy lost his job last year and the year before and momma hers the years before that but momma got herself a job back we bought a...