Category: A Friend’s Writing

On my birthday – the damned things just keep coming – this seemed appropriate.     People my age now recognize me as people their age, a new disappointment  revealing flaws deeper than wrinkles.   Your age is in your mind has been my mantra, a lie that denies, like money and desire.   I…

I’m working on draft two of a new novel, called Everything In Water. Visual artists get to share their work, so I wanted to share mine. I call this piece, Page 1.  

Like This When my daughter says Daddy a certain way, as if tiptoeing my name into the ocean to find out how warm I am, I know what’s coming. A game of What if My Name Was? or Can You Do This? No, Not Like That, I said Like This. Whatever she does next, her…