Category Archives: Writing
My silver spoon gets stuck in my mouth when I try to articulate. (spoon: OLWomen.com; apartheid: buzzsouthafrica.com)
I think the word flit was invented by someone watching chickadees.
What is it about two o’clock, the bitching hour? Dreaded double-strike. The eyes snap open, no retreat from wakefulness– it’s just a poem.
Shameless plug: my novel Ochoco Reach is now available as an audiobook on both audible.com and iTunes. If you download it, I’d very much appreciate a review and some other noise of your own choosing. Click on the link in … Continue reading
In the grey light before sunrise you examine the yard and driveway: sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff Snort! sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff Snort! The new light catches the focus in your eyes, much as it might catch the focus … Continue reading
Writing is a left-brain deal Maybe Shaping the chatter like clay into a sculpture Can it be a song too? Both? Thawed music? It’s a left-brain deal, though The right brain knows what words are but doesn’t use them, I … Continue reading
I don’t care what time it is. I don’t care what day it is. I am here. (www.ripples.ca)
I lob my own entrails without consequence or accountability, as if they are profound, as if they aren’t useless, as if they are art. Squandering breath has become a hobby and a habit. Each breath measures part of a poem … Continue reading