7 – between memories

If we do not write, we will forget and be forgotten. [I'm reminded of my late maternal grandfather who would keep rectangles of cardboard torn from cigarette cartons in his pocket and use them to note down any thing of [...]

January 8th, 2010|Blog|

It runneth over

Food, friends, family; A full house makes for a big home.

January 5th, 2010|Blog|

That word

The drive was atavistic. Hunter-gatherer sensibilities trumped a millennium's worth of progress as we engaged in a quiet war to secure, and deftly, the most well-vantaged space for our cars. Parking lots bring out the moer in people. And the [...]

December 6th, 2009|Blog|

And after, an overwritten rooster

At 2am, the magnificence of the night was defiled by unholy shit spewing from the house five doors away. She stuffed the comforter into her ears and began to think really loudly. But there was this one note. [...]

November 22nd, 2009|Fiction|


Lately I've been thinking (oooh, I channeled some Henry Ate* there) that it won't be such a bad thing if it happens that I never make it as a serious writer. Yes, it's been this dream; this full-on burning, for [...]

October 23rd, 2009|Blog|


This is daddy and I on a novelty photo badge we got at the Rand Show when I was five-years-old. You can tell from my chewed-on smile that I wasn't feeling particularly photogenic that day. Today, I'm grateful my parents [...]

August 18th, 2009|Blog|

(the post everyone has done/will do) Some year eh?

For sure. For so many of us. Newly-married people. N00b-Earthling-rearing people. Single people. Mingling people. Committed relationship people. Constructs-beyond-definition people. Your 2008 was all about travel, epiphanies, discoveries, major milestones, messing-up, doh!-forehead-smack s, loves, losses, newness, learning, changing, life-getting, brain-using, [...]

December 31st, 2008|Blog|

Boxing Day 2008

It’s not that it’s become easier to forget, Only that it’s no longer so hard to remember. […]

December 26th, 2008|Blog|


It's not that I don't want you. Almighty Forbid. May that not be taken for prayer. It's just that I don't want you right just now. If I were having guests over for lunch, would I tell them to come [...]

December 11th, 2008|Poetry|