Category Archives: Writing

She’d learned enough to talk when she was two. She used the skill so often that her speech grew quick and quite sophisticated too: vocabulary years beyond the reach of playmate ears, the patience of her mom, attention any teacher … Continue reading →

I used to read a writers’ magazine. I gave it up for teaching nothing right. But I recall advice – where you can glean ideas for plots and people: how you might pay heed to all the chatter in the … Continue reading →

The labyrinth that Daedalus designed and built to house a misbegotten bull, was crafted with imprisonment in mind: its convolutions blind until a pull upon a clue of thread revealed its ways, bisecting mystery with nothing hard. A king’s intent, … Continue reading →

I wish I had a lover with a plan for something new we’d do with this weekend. I wouldn’t mind attention from a man, and company I’d welcome in a friend. But I don’t long for anyone I’ve had and … Continue reading →

I try to write at least three poems a week. The exercise promotes ideas and themes. I won’t pretend my passions teem, or seek expression fervently. The process seems a bit like dreaming, juxtaposing line with image, pulling or compressing … Continue reading →

On seven twenty-seven seven years ago, I posted entry number one, anticipating: what? my vainest fears were comments I’d need answer. There were none, of course – not worth a count, at any rate: there’s nothing driving traffic to the … Continue reading →

A prized possession? I don’t want a thing I have to guard, maintain, protect. I feel there’s too much work in that. Inhabiting my mind and meting theories are my real affinities, the goods that never quit. I’ve danced inside … Continue reading →