Creative Writing
Poetry
A Poem for the Victims
I can't know what it's like To be sent back to sender Why can't...
How to Feel a Feeling
There isn’t much chatter between us. The thick cloud of life’s...
If A Sun Star
If a sun star Blew up in my face I would fly to the galaxy To...
Mi Padrastro
Dibujé tu imagen ayer. Tu foto me recuerda días felices. ...
Write Enough
Is being afraid to write The same as being Afraid to die,...
Picked Up A Book
The woman at the shelf picked up a book And read aloud, head in...
Libraries Are A Home For Everyone
For the downtrodden man who is strengthening his literacy. For...
Living With You
I think of living with you: I think of mornings that smell of...
Playground Castles
Maybe there were fireflies in my belly, And every time I...
Father/Figure
Dedicated to Howard C. Shmaruk1961-2013 He was not legally...
A Little Boy Walked to the Sky
A little boy walked to the sky To his clean slate he said...
Creative Nonfiction
The Song of the Sand: My Experience Climbing A Sand Dune In The Mojave Desert (Essay)
We stood in the sand. A lot of sand. So much sand. More sand in...