The ode to John Grady Cole

I used to think that every word out of my mouth was funny, wise, or whimsically beautiful. I used to feel impervious to criticism. Participating in writer’s groups and workshops will steel you for some pretty mean shit. But the idea that you have something worthwhile to say that other people would be interested in …

This Woman

Often there is a question I want to ask. It lays half formed in my mouth like vapour for days. And the answer, I forget sometimes, is waiting for me without even having voiced the question. Laura is the question and the answer. Your Feet When I cannot look at your face I look at …