They are sluts too —

Write a poem! —

Miraculous and ordinary at once — What is this project Change is the hardest part of being alive. It’s also the most beautiful part, unfolding and revealing, relentless and timeless. That’s what we describe, in writing. I would contend that any art form describes change, in its attempt to capture a moment, an intersection of time. I’m being vague, because…

And other pressing questions — Those of you who are familiar with my health concerns know that my body is a constant source of consternation. I have two immune disorders, many mental health disorders and a smattering of odds and ends that cause me pain and suffering on a very regular basis. But this time…

The logic of the gun — In the logic of the gun it is the innocence of the child — cut down, mown by AK-15 — yes, her un-besmirched innocence, that makes the child the target. Because the child is our most precious, undeniably the most valuable beating heart in this oily, savagely dark world. The…

Navigation through the fog — I define myself by my creativity. I’m a writer, a poet, a printmaker, and a painter. I dabble in oil pastels. I hang out in libraries and art galleries. I’m an artist, first and foremost. Art is more than a pastime: it’s central to my identity. My friends are artists…

February is for lovers, as the shortest and coldest month — There was a time when I fell in love with anyone who fell in love with me. I was a black hole of love, a succubus of dreaming, a longing for longing itself. Afterwards I suffered the let-down, the end to the small story, abruptly or over long languid time …

And ours, by extension — I read an article recently in the NYT about China and its aging population, low birth rate, and slowing economic growth. The article’s point of view is that these are bad signs for China. …

Is not fall —