Immersed in My Art, Finally
Please Do Not Disturb: That’s how I’ve felt these past few months, and even more so these past few weeks, …
Please Do Not Disturb: That’s how I’ve felt these past few months, and even more so these past few weeks, …
Story-telling is in our bones. It rises through us like sap through roots and leaves into the air. It began …
Field Notes from Within My heart is a staunch defender of allI am, beating with relentless passionthe wherewithal of my …
I’m working again on that novel I wrote about in The White Hot Flow of Writing some time ago. I …
Last week I was questioning whether my blog had become too serious. To even ask such a question, of course, …
I’ve been struggling to find something to blog about this week. Actually I spent half a day yesterday working on …
Crossroads by Louise Glück My body, now that we will not be traveling together much longerI begin to feel a …
I’m still trying to understand why this poem moves me so much, and thought maybe you can help. And What …
Everywhere I look I see you, I see us. This fragile hand, this blue pen, this yellow pad. These fingers …
One of my favorite poets, again, swept me off my feet, expressing the inexpressible with perfect eloquence. Poetry And it …