I read Chapter 10, where *god* attempts a taxonomy of who he or she is, and this definition is basically a list of the most beautiful things on earth, and, by extension, the universe. This happens in conversation with a young soldier, Arjuna, of royal birth, and the hero of the story
The Cambridge Writers’ Workshop’s CREDO: An Anthology of Manifestos and Sourcebook for Creative Writing C&R Press, Spring 2018
A raw look at what motivates 21st century authors. CREDO is a triad of creative writing manifestos, essays on the craft of writing, and creative writing exercises. These manifestos interrogate and harken back to the modernist manifestos of the early 20th century.
Beautiful Girl on a Distant Planet @ FOLKS Magazine
Kathy didn’t seem sick then. I thought she was plugged in to a higher realm.
My Life As A Migraineur @ FOLKS Magazine
Oliver Sacks describes his first migraine aura as “an enormous shimmering semicircle stretching from the ground to the sky, with sharp zigzagging borders and brilliant blue and orange colors.” I saw a clear geometric shape, or pattern. It looked like a crystal, like a geode with the same jagged edges. It got bigger and bigger, and the edges began to shimmer.
The Changeling @ Full Grown People
She’s Martha Stewart on crack
The Bodhisattva @ The Nervous Breakdown
On Groundhog Day, I read that the movie, Groundhog Day, is considered a Buddhist meditation. My brother talked about it in the weeks before he died. He liked watching it, and liked comparing himself to the hero.
They Called Me Mrs. David Bowie @ Bust Magazine
People called me Mrs. David Bowie. I had my hair cut short just like his. I wore slinky pants, and platform shoes. I cross-dressed at gay bars in Chicago and Milwaukee. Was I a boy or a girl? He gave me a non-binary system of identity, and also poetry. And if he was from outer space, then so was I.
Poet & Writers
Listing in the Directory of Writers
Heatwaves I’ve known and loved @ Entropy
We drove to Key West, and rented a bungalow with a private swimming pool. This is where we retreated during the afternoon to drink pina coladas, and get a blinding headache from the sun and the weed