I Moved My Arms Through The Water,

The Story It Told Was Unremarkable: A Tale Of Love Found And Lost- The Oldest Story In The World. The Only Story.

In Egypt, I Loved The Perfume Of The Lotus. A Flower Would Bloom In The Pool At Dawn, Filling The Entire Garden With A Blue Musk So Powerful It Seemed That Even The Fish And Ducks Would Swoon. By Night, The Flower Might Wither But The Perfume Lasted. Fainter And Fainter, But Never Quite Gone. Even Many Days Later, The Lotus Remained In The Garden. Months Would Pass And A Bee Would Alight Near The Spot Where The Lotus Had Blossomed, And Its Essence Was Released Again, Momentary But Undeniable.

I Like The Way He Danced. And Then I Like The Way We Danced Together.

I Lived Through A Classic Publishing Story. My Editor Was Fired A Month Before The Book Came Out. The Editor Who Took It Over Already Had A Full Plate. It Was Never Advertised. We Didn't Get Reviewed In Any Major Outlets.

Right Now, I'm Writing Song Lyrics. Experimenting With A Play. Toying With An Idea For A Documentary. I Hope One Of These Will Eventually Be Launched Into The Light Of Day.