Category Archives: Writing

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 →

I hesitate to look at what I’ve wrought. I want to count my readers and I don’t. To understand how many viewed and caught my drift: okay. But then I worry: won’t too few depress me, and too many force … Continue reading →

My brother watches football games, records the bouts he has to miss, and basketball has fast become a fave. He angles towards his giant screen and soon I hear him call how we are winning, what we need to try. … Continue reading →

(20th Century History) I self-assigned a poem and chose a form that makes the work a contest for my brain. I need fourteen to constitute a quorum, and they must dance and sing in fit refrain. So here’s a sonnet … Continue reading →

Rereading prose composed two decades past, I’m struck with three anachronistic themes. Our ways of life are modifying fast and so I have to choose between old memes and explanations, or reworking now the plot to fit our modern wired … Continue reading →

What’s up? You must have something on your mind, some statement or opinion for today. Of course you do – you think and feel in kind and attitudes developed on your way by parents, mentors, or your own accord. I’ve … Continue reading →

I didn’t plan to ride the bike today. I thought I’d take another morning off. There’s stitches in my mouth, it hurts to say, and last week’s cold has left a noisy cough. But after I was up and scanned … Continue reading →