In 1966, John Baldessari burned his entire collection of paintings. The ashes were returned in Nine urns, One URN was the size used for...

…latches onto the nearest passing thought like a leech on fickle flesh. it won’t pry or peel, but remains stuck like clothing left on...

That day he threw us out my mother and me. Very few people know this. Not my older sister, not my older brother. That day, he packed up...

Just when I think I’m done, said everything that can be heard, reached the end of sharing it all Just when I think there are no more...

The pumping won’t cease. It pumps. And it pumps. And it pumps. A poetic heart races with creative resilience. Never changing its left...

Caryn hadn’t wanted to wear that dress this morning. It was fresh from the dryer and felt stiff and starchy next to her skin. She hoked...

I awaken as the sun emerges from the Santa Ynez mountains visible from where I lie, sleep-cleared of yesterday’s heavy grief, with only...

When she looked at that jacaranda she did not see what they saw. She did not see it’s lush, creamy periwinkle petals that floated in the...

The child lay on her stomach, elbows supporting her upper body, legs bent at the knees, bare feet in the air. She rested half in, half...

"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not...

My Great Aunt Emma was already quite old when I was born. In my memory I think of her as being like Granny, the widowed owner of Tweety...

My first love was a TV trope. I was first exposed to the Sensitive Geek through Seth Cohen, a character from the The OC. He loved anime,...