Learning a New Dance

Learning a New Dance

they used to leap around and prance it always was the same old dance they tied their feet onto the floor and moved the way they did before but then They thought about a new romance and maybe learn another dance to sway and swing with something more Then dance the way...
Living and Writing in the Tropics

Living and Writing in the Tropics

As a writer now living in the tropics, I sometimes wonder how I ever got here. I often feel something similar while writing a novel or long story, banging on the keys for hours. I begin to imagine myself a kayaker moving fast down a river that shrinks into a creek and...
The Rush of Time

The Rush of Time

Why must time always rush away? Why can’t it be captured, grand emotions replayed? A photo, a fragment, a scent one inhales, So brave is an artist who tries hard and fails; When memories are lost with all their details, Why must time always rush away? Why must time...