Poetry: The Thing We Die for Lack Of
Paul Klee, Versunkene Landschaft, 1918 Wallace Stevens once famously said: “You can’t get the news from poems, but men die …
Category Archives: Writing
My Art or My Novel. Which Would You Choose?
Someone asked me recently what I loved more, my painting or my writing? Or, she added, is that like trying …
“Able to Be the Mother of the World”
These words from the Tao Te Ching are my mantra. They inspire me to identify with and live larger than …
A Poet & an Artist on Making the Unknown Known
I came across two quotations about the creative process recently and found such striking similarities I had to explore them …
Painting, a New Passion
Writing has always been the primary passion in my life, the thing I love most to do and identify with. …
A Balm to Calm the Troubled Mind
In these seemingly dark and troubling times, I’m finding that reflecting on the following words of wisdom to be a …
For Love of Chaos – My Viking Binge, Trump, & Wrecking-Ball Politics
Since becoming the full-time nanny for my little granddaughter, my reading tastes have taken a decisive darker turn. Instead of …
Music is More Feeling than Sound
From “Peter Quince at the Clavier” by Wallace Stevens. Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the …
Primary Wonder, Age Three
Primary Wonder, Age Three Walking with our granddaughter Whispering and waving Our wings Sniffing for bats. What do you smell …
Learning to Play (Again)
I played piano as a girl and always regretted giving it up. Lately the thought that I may never play …
