It’s Me, Pearl.

It’s Me, Pearl. An Ode to Janis Joplin It’s never me, it’s you, except that it’s always me, it has never not been me, it has never not been some glaring inadequacy of me, when at my best, it was me, unintentionally, making everyone else feel bad, about whatever they […]

Patti Smith, Just Kids

I loved this memoir from Patti Smith of her early years in New York with Robert Mapplethorpe. Some of the subject matter won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, the title doesn’t reveal that this is a book for adults, and it is very gritty in places. If you are unfamiliar […]

Tom and Rikki Lee

“Tom and Rikki Lee” They had a wildness that I couldn’t get to in the same way anymore, if I ever knew it. They had gypsy clothes on, no matter what they wore, it was how they moved, how to wear a hat, and you can’t teach natural cool like […]

The Daring Muse.

In moments daring, her heart shown through her breast, a rapid rhythm that if she confessed, held more inside its chambers than he knew, in every moment, every breath she drew, some shred of hope that if he saw her there, he’d understand that no love could compare, and save […]


To speak of The Muse is to speak of The Ethereal, The Inspired. The walls shook with the sound of cascading thunder, the windows vibrating in their frames. In a burst of light, the panes became liquid beneath my finger tips, I watched the circles fan away from my touch […]


I fear your disapproval, Wrecked by the names you have called me, Without saying a word. Lost to myself and others. Having become my own fiction. Righting myself only to fall again. My sense of humor taken leave. My wounds reopened. I seek a fortress, I seek your arms to […]

Lionel Ritchie

Is it that I sometimes limp? My bump top foot? Dry skin? My belly? Less than ample Amplitudes? My knees? The way I sneeze? Is it, perchance, my posture? A little lacking now, Under all of this? Is my frustration, exhaustion Beautiful? Wouldn’t a mail order bride Be more suitable? […]