Moonstone*

We need more empathy, they say. I've read and heard why, and some even try and tell us how, but rarely have I ever heard of what - what it feel like to have a heart tugged this way and that by the successes and misfortunes of others.   You see them, you hear him, you … Continue reading Moonstone*

Wounded Seagull

I can't ski. I mean I can slide down many white stuff mountain slopes, more often than not without getting snow down my front, or back, as the case may sometimes be. But, I don't seem to have the fluidity, grace or compactness of those that zip down in beautifully sculpted art. When I ski, … Continue reading Wounded Seagull

The Stable

This body, this body holding meBe my reminder here that I am not alone in-Daniel Carey/Adam Jones You shovel waste they tell her, laughing. That's all you're good for. Like a dying star taking one final gasp before its imminent collapse into blackness, she thinks as she tends to the muck. And they are actually … Continue reading The Stable