chanting at the ashram

I have recently discovered an Ashram down the street from my house. I’ve known it was there for many months. I would drive by it half-noticing diminutive people dressed in white with mushrooming head wraps, progressing slowly toward the entrance. Last week was...

free to heal

I have a scab on my knee. In the effort to slowly walk my Ducati through a tight turn while getting out of my own driveway, I leaned it over too far and it took me down. I lost control. My body weight was not sufficient to counter the fall. My leg was pinned and my...

the host

Who is it, looking out through these eyes? What entity has taken host in my body, in my mind? A mysterious stranger. A private, secret other occupying my every experience — tasting this world on my tongue. The sense that my life is not my own grows with every...

the nineteen-year keychain

I have the privilege of being in the company of my own earthly damon for the entrance into the ninth year of my sobriety — her twenty-ninth year. Iudita. A lean name, tripping the mouths that speak it without already knowing it. Mouths that prefer monosyllabic...