Articles and Stories
- i once cradled a soft-furred kiwi
it's delicate center
an invitation to swallow it whole
another time it was
the thin green shell of a mango
pulled aside to reveal - a neighborhood boy
i live quite near to a boy
who kills people
he is fourteen years old 
Creating and Perfecting the Writers GroupWriting is by its nature a solitary pursuit.
- My mother was one of those mothers that hovered over her children. She wanted us to feel safe, be safe in a world that she knew to be very hostile.
i don’t know the name
of the blues that shadow our path
one is sweet and light
a cool meringue
another sharp
but still
a third thick
