her last day — a poem

her last day — a poem

    her last day she did not know when she left teacup in sink mauve lipstick on rim grabbed fleece jacket rushed out door smelled sunshine after rain drove by vineyards horses, lambs she did not know — when she greeted friends put purse in drawer kicked off...
A short performance piece remembered, reimagined

A short performance piece remembered, reimagined

Last night while drifting to sleep I remembered a short performance piece I created while studying at San Francisco State University. It was part of a longer program comprising my senior project. The program consisted of short works involving a mixture of media. Some...

A fine novel by Thrity Umrigar

Like many writers, I’m an avid reader. When I need to rest and forget about daily concerns, I’ll grab a book that sweeps me to an absorbing world and keeps me there for a while. I needed a book like that last weekend because I was slammed with a cold so intense I had...

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