For a self-described optimist I can wax morose sometimes. I try to be a positive person, and I think it works out, most of the time. There are times, however, those nasty little gremlins in my head take control. What works best to silence them? Well, letting them shout themselves raw through poetry seems to work pretty well… Continue reading
It has been a labor of love several years in the making. I wanted it to be out a few months ago, but sometimes things take a little longer than we planned. Now after months of editing and formatting it is finally here. Candids: Snapshots of the Real Lives of Fictional People is available for sale.
It is three in the morning when Tamara leaves her office. The table has been cleared, dinner placed in Tupperware containers, and the dishes cleaned. One plate sits in the fridge, plastic wrap over the broiled salmon, wasabi mashed potatoes and green beans almondine. She smiles even as her stomach grumbles. She should not eat before going to bed but she worked right through dinner, missing family game night, and their favorite Thursday night shows while grading papers. Continue reading
I am on occasion a fan of nostalgia. Somethings, however, are better left in the past. The Cold War, for instance, can be safely left in the history books. Despite that more than a few in the media, including some so-called progressives seem pretty keen on the idea of jump starting that 20th century anachronism. The bogey man of the last decade, the Islamist militant, has apparently lost his punch. A good job has been done by decent folk getting most of their fellow Americans to acknowledge that most Muslims are just like you or me, and that not being a Muslim and being white, does not mean you are immune from being a terrorist. So yay for us. What is a culture bent on defining itself by conflict to benefit a few war profiteers to do though? Continue reading
Mike only starts to feel it after the fifth hour. It is not too bad, just a light burning sensation in between his shoulder blades. He still smiles every time he pulls the baggage off the carts for the guests. Always pleasant and never too intrusive, he is the perfect hotel employee. It is an easy enough job and he is glad he took it, though he is looking forward to it being done. Continue reading
The title of this little post is a shout out to my friend Drea, who I have not seen in a while, but I will always remember her fondness for Admiral Ackbar and why (she kept an old action figure with her.) The reason that wonderful, fish-faced alien speaks to our shared experience, the trans experience so much, is his iconic line from Return of the Jedi: “It’s a trap!” Because that is just how we are treated, so often, by so many of our cis neighbors: a trap. Continue reading
So listening to Peter Gabriel’s “In Your Eyes” has me waxing romantic. I may only inflict one or two sappy poems on you.