• Medium,  Writing

    The Art of the Flashback

    Flashbacks in your story can be useless, or they can be an incredible way to add characterization or further your plot. The choice is up to you. Do you know something that bothers me when I am reading a novel?…

  • Medium,  Poetry

    On a Bleak, Snowy Day in April

    A poem. I stopped to wonderat the hazy greythat had consumed the day. That had consumed me. Maybe the flakeswere meant to cleansethe earth in preparationfor spring. Perhaps they were meantto cleanse me. But this grotty year has done enough detergingof its own…

  • Medium,  Uncategorized

    A Curated Look at April*

    My curation ratio was down, but my output was up. Medium has been one big science experiment to me lately. I’m trying to look at my articles like a chemist would look at a formula to determine what’s working, and…

  • Medium,  Poetry

    I’m not the only one.

    A poem. It echoes, laced with laughter,light as a feather,carried on the wind.Frivolous guffaws won’tspackle over the truth:I think we think wemiss the old you.Is it hidden in a box,under layers of dust — a dull veneer, particles of yourmolted former selves?Or…

  • Medium,  Poetry

    Waning Gibbous

    A poem. I wish I put more stockin the stars.The moon, meridian, mars,mercury, midpoint — elucidations for the W word. Why Monday? Whywould she? And I am back: wall of windows,Mandarin Bistro,blue speckled laminate table,red lines on the back of thighs. JCPenney lunchboxunzip,…