Polaris Rising
I’ve lost touch with the stars. Like titles that have broken away from their stories, their names are familiar, but I can no longer connect them to their place in the sky. Which way is north? he would say to…
I’ve lost touch with the stars. Like titles that have broken away from their stories, their names are familiar, but I can no longer connect them to their place in the sky. Which way is north? he would say to…
Take a picture of someone you knowOr even of yourself andFold the picture in halfAnd hold a mirror along theLine of the center crease.Divide the face in halfThen multiply each half by itself.I once saw this done With an image…
When I was teaching, I always made sure that I completed every writing assignment I ever gave my students. I would also share each piece with them when the time was right. This entry is my version of a very…
The summer the locusts came we made them our pets. The endless July days would begin the way they ended – with the resonant song of the cicadas. Jackie, Jennifer and I, then ten would capture the cicadas, carefully remove…