Category Archives: personal essay

Song of the Mock Turtles

From September 1st to December 31st of last year I kept a stuck tune diary, a journal of all of the sticky tunes that visited me, particularly tunes that I awoke with already playing in my head. Of the 122 … Continue reading

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Anger Is an Energy

Anger is an energy –John Lydon Once when I was going through a crisis I sought advice from an older friend. He told me, “Emotions are never wrong.” That may be a platitude (it sounds like one) but I had … Continue reading

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Cold Brains

The idea has crept into my mind that time wears at a person until the point comes when they’re ready for it to be over—they want it to end. Or don’t care if it ends. I also have the idea—true … Continue reading

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On Illness as Metaphor

Note: I wrote the following earlier this year and for obscure reasons didn’t want to share it then. Now, with the publication of my cancer related poems, the time is right.   A quick scan of the reviews of Susan … Continue reading

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The Day I Met Leroy Jenkins

I am gratified to Jonathan Penton of Unlikely Stories Mark V for welcoming three of my noisier more biting poems. Is It Too Soon? is most recent, written shortly after and in response to our infamous November 8th election. I … Continue reading

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Sometimes You’re the Bug

I’ve been singing The Bug while I do my work lately. It started with needing to replace a piece of trim on the carriage house (fancy word for garage). Uncovering one piece of wasted wood revealed another, and then others. … Continue reading

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John Fante’s Road to Los Angeles

The one for whom I write…. will have to weep out of compassion…. then he will laugh, for he has recognized himself…. I offer him a puzzle: his greatest danger? would it be to weep—or to laugh? or to survive … Continue reading

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