I have no me inside.I have no blood and bones.My body has been hollowed,filled with sawdustone fistful after another.Until my tongue has no room,until my voice can’t break through,and you stand before mewith an empty sack in your hands.
On July 14, 1998, Chad and I walked into Lindley Park Recreation Center in Greensboro, NC, to pick up two kittens from a lady named Sharon. Not to keep. Just to foster until they found new homes. Little did I know that twenty years later, we’d still be getting foster … Continue reading
Last night Chad and I went to Pastabilities in Greensboro for dinner, in part because it has excellent Italian food, but mostly to hear our friend Lyn Koonce sing. For the first few songs, we nibbled our pasta and listened. Then Chad said, “You know what song I’d like to hear Lyn sing? ‘Bad Wine and Lemon Cake’.” Continue reading
When I woke up this morning, I realized it’s NaNoWriMo, and I haven’t written a single word in almost a week. But that’s okay, because I’m not doing NaNoWriMo. Continue reading
I love the imagery and imagination in Tom Waits’ “Singapore”. But there’s one line that pulls me up short every time I hear it: In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king. Continue reading
A Navy peacoat dwarfed the girl who tapped Theodore Grayson on the shoulder, the hem at her knees and the sleeves swallowing her hands to the fingertips. “May I borrow your phone?”
The girl’s voice was as small as she was, but her eyes were huge. Like Grayson’s daughter. Her eyes had been like that. Continue reading