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I hope you are well on this fine day. Don’t be shy – feel free to take a look around. Do note that much of the work on this site is still in progress, meaning there needs to be a lot more clapping, laughing, existentialisme, and true nostalgia inserted to most stories. Enjoy!

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What’s new: I’m currently working on an ambitious project: a novel. Well two. And a screenplay. And writing for theater. Yes, I am working on a lot of togs in a bit of an unkempt system, mais, c’est la vie d’un écrivain. When I’m completely done editing I’ll let y’all know. I’m also studying French if you can’t tell. Ouais, c’est tous bon!

At current, I teach EngWrit 112: College Writing at the University of Massachusetts, Amherst where I am completing my Masters of Fine Arts in Fiction Writing. I am extremely excited for this adventure and will keep you posted with updates as they come! Oui oui!

Thanks for visiting!

Cheers,

A

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In the sound
the sound of the night
alone
awake
whimpering blue
calling on cue the bird speaks
unbeaked
disbelief overcomes a valley of tears
a call unto the chakra of heart blood
coagulated
but pumping
wailing in uncertain glee
without mixed emotions the bird blinks its mute reconnaissance defibrillation
“Is the Universe a beginning or an end?”

I.

The leaves sigh
in wet drips.

Rain melts snow.

Sun flares.

The world heaves
because it went askew;
it was wrong.

Love knows best.

II.

Know no lover
before knowing thyself.

Know no power
greater than evil
to overcome
that which will
wrong you
before you wrong it.

III.

Be still
for a moment.

Listen to nothing
for an instant.

Stop clocks
so time is not a bother,
because time
is not a constant.

IV.

When light
bends
on top of a prism
over a mountain
into a hue
of another dimension
open your third eye
to take in the ringing
to breathe in forever
a lasting breath
that forecasts shadows
in an hour’s glass.

V.

Drink up.
Drink down.
Drink upside down.

Defy gravity.

Revive spirits;
mix them
intrinsically
with spells
of the mind.

Hello there sir.

Oui, ça va bien, mais, Monsieur Dragon, why have you come? For what purpose have you arrived? Ripped in with the fire crackers your people created in a dynasty two centuries before everyone was wowed over by a guy walking on water.

You know…I bet… Monsieur Dragon? Can you stop grooming your tail for a second? I bet that you can slither on water. Can you not?

Oui, you say. Oui.

Swallowing water and turning it into steam…. Ahh. A nice trick you have there.

May I see that again? Okay, okay, and now I’m wet. I’m covered in your spit Monsieur. Pew pew.

Right. Not spit. Elemental.

Fire, heat me. Dragon, don’t eat me.

Wait, wait, okayyyy. There you go. You just bit my cheek.

I hope that tasted delectable because it’s not going to make a very nice story when I tell my mother how I got this hole in my face. Just blow me into dust. That would be a nice ride.

Oui, Monsieur Dragon. You heard me right. D’accord? Finish me off with your fire but do it quickly. I don’t want anyone to see me anymore. I would like to become nothing. Dust. Wind. Air. Floating. Fluttering with the butterflies.

Oui, j’aime le vent aussi. J’aimerais être la poussière dans le vent aujourd’hui.

PUFF!

Merci. Je t’aime black dragon ou êtes-vous vert?

Je ne sais pas.

I no longer have any eyes.

Mais, je t’aime. I will blow away now. Letting go. Out particles.

A partir de rien. De rien. Rien.

Shhhhhhhhh.

Fin.

Noire.

I.

let not blood stream
let children live
like love
on the strings of balloon animals

let kites soar to the moon
at night
full
hearts afloat with the Gods of Light

jade waterlilies
elephants in hats
black smiling bats
cry ice tears for their fallen mates

let not this country do for you
what it hath done to yesterday
unless what it hath done to yesterday
is smile

II.

when the day breaks forth
and the moon still unfolds
in circling clouds
walk a long walk home

when tears stain black
and blood bleeds red
note that a woman with a mind
has paralleled with the loon

when a kitten is not a kitten
but a cat
and a child not a child
but a dog

sing sweet melodies when
that child is sound asleep
cuddled in a fur ball
atop everything important

III.

make your heart a beacon
spread forth your beating
for what beckons you on
spread butter on English muffins

make war a video game
spread your sorrows
for death on pixels
spread life atop trees

make pancakes on slow days
spread syrup from Maples
for tapping can be such sweet sorrow
spread happily on your grandmother’s plate

make love a permanent fixture
spread open for those deserving
for family is not a bitter end
spread across your face

IV.

listen light
moon melodies
listen yearning
heart beat

listen sir
you don’t even know me
listen bicycle
roll faster than a stalker walks

listen priest
my religious preference is ecclectic
listen soul
to the drumming of the earth

listen coyote
you do not scare me
listen cat
you are home at long last

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