At last, I was here
I stared at his monument in awe, flushed and a little woozy, thinking about how much this long-haired, leather-clad icon has meant to me over the years. The makeshift … Continue reading >>
I Vacuum, Therefore I Am:
Magic was in the air in a crowded coffeehouse 18 years ago when I first heard poet Margo LaGatutta read. Her poem, “I Vacuum, Therefore I Am,” gave me goose … Continue reading >>
As a writer, try to imagine, after your death, someone in your family who's not a writer going through all your work, past and present, drafts, false starts, deleted files, scribblings-- all of … Continue reading >>
