Artistic Endeavors

Yesterday, in a haze of 5000 people I accomplished the unthinkable. I found anonymity and at the very same time, I found self.

On March 3, 2012, in the freezing cold, I stood at the starting line of my very first 8K run. There were so, so many people that when the starting gun went off, it took five minutes until the group I was standing with actually began to move.

In minutes I lost my running partner, she got carried up the hill by the crowd. I could ...

A Stitch in Time

The Yew tree grows old,
and sparrows fly. I have nothing
left to feed them.
Silence ruins an appetite
for wedded destruction.

Pried apart by useless strains
of violating echoes, I mad dog leap
at the chance to
strip off my marriage dress,
tearing at the buttons, chewing apart
the seams sewn by infinite silver needles
tattooing lines in my life.

The coats ...