"Does she act like this with other people?" I asked. Hopeful. "Nope! She only gets that excited when she sees you." Nick said. I bent down and started petting her head. Scratching her tiny tummy. She was wriggling around, tail wagging frantically, her eyes staring a hole through me. She loved me. Her eyes were … Continue reading No One Wanted Her For Christmas
"Buy the pants." he said. I stopped cold. The voice had come from inside my head. No one was around me. "Buy the pants." he said again. I looked over at the mannequin. She was too thin, too tall, her body contorted into a perfect fashion angle and she was wearing pants. Purple pants. And … Continue reading David and His Purple Pants
"Ok. This is going to get a little ugly." he said. "Ok." I replied, still shaking from what I had just done. (I had been seated in front of a huge, scary grand piano, headphones on, my scribbled words and chords in a notebook on the music stand and a massive microphone intruding on my … Continue reading You Can’t Sing.
I've never felt like I belonged. I've written songs about it, filled many journals with it and known this for what seems like an eternity. But I've never said it out loud. It's a "Truth" I carry around or rather drag around like a child's tattered and worn favorite blanket. This desire for belonging is always … Continue reading The Elusive Search For Belonging
"So how does this work?" I asked. "You give me a word, a subject, or phrase and I write a poem." He replied. He was sitting in the middle of the street in downtown New Orleans. I couldn't resist the whole concept. And I was drawn to this young man. He seemed a little down on his luck, tired, resigned to something.