On the 30 yesterday a sweet little blond girl serenaded the sparkly sticker on her hand. It was a pure an expression of joy as I've seen in awhile. She lay on the bench seat, laughing and caroling, I'm singin,', I'm singin,' I'm singin.' (Mentally, I couldn't help adding, In the rain.)
Then I noticed the woman she was with. Long, lean, also blond. Bra-less in a tight white t-shirt, with Praise Jesus written on it in blue marker. And her legs. Razor free for many moons, it seemed, furred with tufts of thick blond hair. I couldn't help but stare, fascinated. She was beautiful and honestly, kind of scary.
I've been reading quite a few memoirs, courtesy of the Seattle Public Library. I want to write one, as you know, so I've been absolu...
A couple of weeks ago I collaborated with the indubitable thad wenatchee and others to write a radio play. See more on how it went:
Ever wondered what it takes to get a piece of fiction published? I'm not talking New Yorker type of prose. That's a rarefied world ...
Check out my new video, a brief reading from a story published this past spring in Opossum.