Category Archives: Writing

The Maker manufactured every part, created every atom and arrayed us with a query in each human heart: What will you with the miracles I’ve made? For it is ours to recognize and use, appreciate, assimilate and grade. We cannot … Continue reading →

Two hundred words were wrung from me a day until I pulled a story from my head, and though it was an ordinary spray of phrases, editing I tweaked a thread, deleted fluff, reordered words and quick discovered gold at … Continue reading →

What good are words, at last she starts to ask, and why so wonderful do they still seem when they appear to fail at every task of deep significance? For she’ll esteem and honor words and use them very well, … Continue reading →

I’ve been at this artistic discipline at least a thousand days now, don’t you know? And I can read and blush or groan or grin at poetry I wrote some time ago, except that I don’t want to see the … Continue reading →

Impatient was the word I used to use to indicate that eagerness, the rush to put ideas in play. You must excuse my ignorance (I know enough to blush for it). I cannot be a patient one; I won’t sustain … Continue reading →

When I decide to write a poem, I start to sweep inside myself, begin to sing iambically, and peer into my heart. The circle in the square’s a lovely thing that leaves four pointed corners where abide my dusty passions, … Continue reading →

A thousand poems this weekend I reviewed; a myriad of metered monographs have filled my time and sent my attitude to proud embarrassment, self-conscious laughs, and growing confidence. Oh, I read those I should discard, but there are dozens more … Continue reading →

I watch a woman sketch me as we ride, her oval face confronting me or down- cast on her hidden lap, eyes open wide or forming crescent moons in lashing brown. She tries to be discreet; she makes her stare … Continue reading →