I tell stories from life fragments -
arranging reality flat upon the page
until it shows signs of order.
Recently, the process has been here in this public space.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
but she loved to dress in costumes and play with water guns. and she had a barbie nose dusted with freckles. and she had hands and arms and shoulders. and when she sat she would become weightless and her feet would float over her head. and she would cling to every word I spoke to keep from dissolving into nothing.