Sex will get you through times with no money better than money will get you through times with no sex.
Move on. Walk forward into the light.
Like many human beings, he took the least sign of conversation as his cue to make noise.
It is true I do not speak as well as I can think. But that is true of most people, as nearly as I can tell.
In summer a young rooster’s fancy turns to…how can I say this delicately? The most ham-fisted attempts at courtship I’ve ever had to watch. (And yes, I’m including high school.)
I do understand that they fall when I'm least able to pay attention because poems fall not from a tree, really, but from the richly pollinated boughs of an ordinary life, buzzing, as lives do, with cl...
From my earliest memory, times of crisis seemed to end up with women in the kitchen preparing food for men.
Every betrayal contains a perfect moment, a coin stamped heads or tails with salvation on the other side. Betrayal is a friend I have known a long time, a two-faced goddess looking forward and back wi...
But Pascal quickly forgave me, and it's a good thing, since friends of my own age and gender were not available, the girls of Kilanga all being too busy hauling around firewood, water, or babies. It d...
Because nothing wondrous can come in this world unless it rests on the shoulders of kindness.
My morning begins with trying not to get up before the sun rises. But when I do, it's because my head is too full of words, and I just need to get to my desk and start dumping them into a file. I alwa...
A single-file army of ants biting a mammoth tree into uniform grains and hauling it down to the dark for their ravenous queen. and, in reply, a choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tre...
Writing, which was both painful and palliative for me, turned out to be my own way of giving blood in a crisis. I can only hope this unit of words will have a longer shelf life than the forty-two days...
We are bodies, sometimes with dreams and always with desires.
The changes we dread most may contain our salvation.
Some people say religion is finding yourself, and some people say it’s losing yourself in a crowd.
She wondered if humiliation ever ran its natural course and peeled off, like a sunburn, or just kept blazing.
My firstborn and my baby both tried to shed me like a husk from the start, and the twins came with a fine interior sight with which they could simply look past me at everything more interesting.
King Billy nectaring on the harbinger.
How pointless life could be, what a foolish business of inventing things to love, just so you could dread losing them.