The Pieta & the Writer’s Palette, Redux
It’s been said that for writers the blank page is our canvas and words our paint. But I don’t think …
Category Archives: Writing
Night Howl, Deep in My Bones
Last month around this time when the moon was full, our nights were filled with howling. Almost every night we could …
Stepping Barefoot into Reality with D.T. Suzuki
I love this photo of the Zen sage D.T Suzuki. He was one of my first “gurus” if I, or …
Water with a Razor’s Edge
One of my favorite pastimes when we were sailing was watching the wake the boat made slipping through still waters. …
“Writings from Wild Soul”
The first blogger I ever followed and the first to follow me back was Wendy Sarno. What drew me at …
5 Years Blogging from the Edge of the Wild
I began this blog five years ago, in July 2012. It’s been a wild ride, and I’ve loved every minute …
Nothing But Miracles
Miracles Walt Whitman, 1819 – 1892 Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of …
Can You Paint a Poem?
It’s a question a blogger friend asked one day in response to my comment that I would like to try …
Celebrating Poetry: Music of the Spheres
The first poem I shared on my new blog five years ago was scribbled in the starlight on a moonless …
Celebrating Poetry: Blown Away By Matthew Dickman
In celebration of April as the National Month of Poetry, I’ve been looking back at posts on poetry that I’ve …
