Category Archives: Writing

She’s hunting in the language of her birth, encompassing the landscape with a view to catch the drama of the rolling earth, the heat of rampant life, its form and hue. Invoking wings for ankles made of clay, detecting roots … Continue reading →

I’ve been at this artistic discipline at least two thousand days now, don’t you know? And I can find and read and groan or grin at poetry I wrote five years ago. Except I never want to see the stuff … Continue reading →

A listener in search of everywhere a word is spoken honestly and well, could make a pilgrimage to find the fair infrequent truth of speech, and in its spell that listener might engineer a song, might link realities with spoken … Continue reading →

At end of day, the mania asserts itself again, and she’s compelled to glean the world of words. She casts about and flirts with phrases till conceit emerges clean enough to take its form upon the page. And then she … Continue reading →

The son has misbehaved again at school; the daughter strives to look a little worse. December is too busy, dark and cruel – until the solstice I must bear the curse of working and performing in a role I argue … Continue reading →

Delicious ambiguity is mine. So the aspiring poet thought to muse and muse responded, quick and by design, that neither wit nor wisdom will excuse attempts at bright dishonesty. Look here: select your phrases carefully; compose them of the words … Continue reading →

I used to make at least three poems a week, on alternating days, on foot or train. For thirteen years I gamboled on a streak of rhyme composing stressful rhythms rain or sun, in fact on weather often writ, in … Continue reading →

I recollect an evening years ago, reviewing photographs to organize a scrapbook of my family, and so last week familiar felt – I put my eyes to skimming most the verses I have stored within my home computer 20 years. … Continue reading →