Archives
- August 2026 (2)
- July 2026 (3)
- June 2026 (11)
- May 2023 (4)
- November 2019 (2)
- October 2019 (4)
- August 2019 (3)
- May 2018 (15)
- December 2017 (1)
- September 2017 (2)
- August 2017 (1)
- July 2017 (2)
- April 2017 (2)
- March 2017 (2)
- February 2017 (9)
- January 2017 (11)
- December 2016 (6)
- November 2016 (6)
- October 2016 (7)
- September 2016 (3)
- August 2016 (5)
- July 2016 (2)
- June 2016 (2)
- May 2016 (3)
- April 2016 (4)
- March 2016 (8)
- February 2016 (16)
- January 2016 (18)
- December 2015 (12)
- November 2015 (9)
- August 2015 (4)
- July 2015 (1)
- June 2015 (9)
- May 2015 (5)
- April 2015 (12)
- February 2015 (5)
- January 2015 (16)
- December 2014 (15)
- November 2014 (3)
- October 2014 (7)
- September 2014 (29)
- August 2014 (14)
- July 2014 (32)
- June 2014 (18)
- May 2014 (16)
- April 2014 (14)
- March 2014 (19)
- February 2014 (4)
- January 2014 (2)
- December 2013 (1)
- November 2013 (2)
- July 2013 (2)
- April 2013 (3)
- November 2012 (1)
- October 2012 (3)
- September 2012 (6)
- August 2012 (8)
- July 2012 (8)
- June 2012 (1)
- May 2012 (3)
- April 2012 (3)
- March 2012 (13)
- February 2012 (9)
- January 2012 (14)
- December 2011 (15)
- November 2011 (29)
- October 2011 (5)
- September 2011 (7)
- August 2011 (6)
- July 2011 (8)
- June 2011 (2)
- April 2011 (38)
- September 2008 (2)
Recent Comments
- skipavm@gmail.com on Drawing Water
- Anonymous on Drawing Water
- skipavm@gmail.com on Into the Amazon
- Anonymous on Into the Amazon
- Anonymous on Invisible as the Wind
Meta
Author Archives: skipavm@gmail.com
VALENTINES DAY DIALECTIC 2012
Haecceity it is what is of what — it is that of what isWe always break it down to surrendering to our destiny, be that our compulsions to roll with its uncertain and vicarious plan for ALL of us – … Continue reading
Posted in essay
Leave a comment
A Night in the Window
“Say that again,” he said. Interrupting her sip of beer, she replied, “mm – say what?” “- Say whatever it was you said, because it made a perfect arc between our lips.” She just smiled, looking over the top … Continue reading
Posted in character sketch, essay, vignette
Leave a comment
I cannot be removed from being
…I cannot be removed from Being… having endured the heat and pressure and time to become so crystalline and cardinal. Everything in conflux lights a distance – … Continue reading
Posted in quote
Leave a comment
Monkey Love
Hm, the paradox of the monkey with his hand in a jelly bean jar, a fist clenched with so many jelly beans, but he cannot manage to get his hand out…unless he takes just one. It’s not the pieces with … Continue reading
Posted in essay, vignette
Leave a comment
the world is getting smaller in a big way
This has been on my mind lately – because they die. The passing of family and friends and loved ones…it’s been on my mind. I read a post on Facebook by a dear friend. Not a monumental post – not … Continue reading
Posted in essay
Leave a comment
Cheap White Wine and Oreos
Cheap white wine and Oreos A life like this, it comes and goes. And in the end it’s not what’s up, But went well, and what just sucked. Oh, no point trying play it back, Your remote’s always been out … Continue reading
Posted in poetry, Short Stuff
Leave a comment
On writing
click click…When you know yourself – I mean truly know the skin and sinew, the creases in the folded chits of memories, the dogeared emotions…when you know what ails you and you stop selling it as fodder for attention… then, … Continue reading
Love and Anecdote: Michael
My friend Michael and I caught up today. and Michael loves Howard. Oh, and Michael is a girl; not that it would matter anyway. This discussion prompted this, along with my own situations…I remember seeing a glistening peak in the … Continue reading
Posted in essay
Leave a comment
Breakfast with a Writer
Softly I’ll landwherever you land,slide over the lee of your wakeI’ll drift on your breathand fly on stirred windsto wherever your wings will take I’ll break my fastwith steel cut oatsand sip the steam of splendid teaand dip my breadin … Continue reading
Posted in love poems, poetry
Leave a comment
10 Pound Poem on an Ounce of Paper
Harvesting thoughts With a scythe and sickle, Burying the furrows Like a paradox popsicle. The literary farmer Sows fertile periphrasis Lamenting fraught seedlings Twisting taffy off the pages. While carmine dust-devils Stir desert air, Cochineal insects Sip prickly pear. Gather … Continue reading
Posted in poetry
Leave a comment