The lilac bush outside the window where I write is about to unfurl its canopy of leaves. On this Friday morning, while drinking coffee and writing in my journal, I can see the leafless bush and adjacent trees bending and waving, driven by the pre-sunrise Wyoming wind. I’m writing with a small desk lamp illuminating … Continue reading Lilac bush update
O Fear Prophet of Failure Eternal Foe Why do you hunt me in my quiet hours and in my public hours Why concern yourself with my unhappiness for I am nothing You pursue me as a worthy trophy I turn away again and again and again but you find me and win O Fear why … Continue reading To the Prophet
I've been reading about writers' choices of tools for getting words into the world. Some write exclusively by hand in journals, or by hand as they create draft upon draft while working towards a published piece. Others use computers, and others bypass finger usage and dictate verbally into recording devices. While thinking about the methods … Continue reading From typewriter to pen
I come to the page on winter days with baggage. Will my heart open?