Technically, I am unilingual, but I carry other languages with me...
Mother Tongue
Dyscalculia
The only way to know you're different is to live among other people for long enough...
Lock & Key
The story of a tall, young, Mediterranean man with long dark eyelashes who disarms me with his denim voice...
Pandemic Project #432
Old recipes recently struck me with an unexpected nostalgia and loss. Here's that story...
Encountering a mural in memory of D’Andre Campbell
Art can be so powerful, especially if you give it time. This prose poem captures the way my experience of a street mural changed over the course of about 10 minutes.
“I”
In the process of researching a book, I've become fascinated by the pronoun "I"...
How I Survive the Pandemic
This short prose piece seemed frivolous, so I gave it a serious title...
Women Alone
Being at home a lot now, during the pandemic, has made me aware of things I wasn't before. This brief prose-poem explores that idea.
Proprioception
Dancers have an inside joke they like to share...
Nonsense: A Case for Poetry
Why everybody needs poetry.
Shedding
I don't think of myself as a collector, but I was a collector, once. At what age does it become unacceptable to put everything we love on display?
Planting Seeds
I wrote this short prose piece about teaching, but I think it can be applied to "self", too -- to trust the chances we take...
