Category Archives: Writing

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 →

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 →