Part of the reason I enjoy Word Wednesday is that it gives me a good excuse to go back through dusty old digital folders looking for something to post. Sometimes, that’s all I find. Other times, it’s like opening a time capsule into where my head was at during a particular time. This one comes …
Given half a chance, I’ll overthink anything. Take a half hour to pick out a movie? Sure. Spend weeks mulling whether or not I should get a new pair of boots? Yup. Go back and forth about whether or not I should spend money on a new sweater and what type of sweater to get? …
Thinking of what to post this morning, I started to wonder what was on my mind a decade ago. Back into the digital filing structure for the folder marker “2010” and there was a wealth of documents staring me down. This is always a terrifying moment. After digging through a few, this one seemed to …
This is a recent one, written just over a week ago with scant few revisions. I’ve been thinking a lot about how to live in peace with others so far as it depends on me and what that actually looks like in the world. Is it silence? Is it exclusion? Or is it bearing witness? …
Don’t get all excited, I’m not changing things up too much on this beloved feature of the blog – it’s just a clever title. A lot of the poems I post are older. I’ve come to realize that the reason is because I’ve been lazy in writing new poems over the last year. Which is …
There are some authors that you love for a lifetime. They are the thread that runs through your reading life that either be a seam holding things together or a path to trace. They are a touchstone you come back to before pushing off to new and interesting places. There are also flings – literary …
I’m afraid of heights. So what the hell am I doing watching a movie about a person wacky enough to climb a sheer rock face without a rope? Me and heights have never been good friends. I’m not a fan of being on a ladder over eight feet. How I made it through several years …
Where do creative people get ideas? The day someone finds a solid, verifiable, backed-by-science, surefire answer for that question, a fortune will be made. Books will be written, a series of instructional videos will hit the market, that person will hit the podcast and public radio circuit to milk the thing for all it’s worth, …
After a couple days to analyze the crash test data from my meeting with The Wall, I’ve come back to the place I normally find myself in saner times. What place is that? It’s not a place of pizza and rainbows or eternal optimism. It’s more of a waystation where I can catch a couple …
There are times when I wonder where some of these poems come from. But most of the time, I’m just glad they keep coming. science as i dissolve into nothingness, i ask this question: “were i to pass from one particle to another, would your particles miss mine?” she pauses for the briefest of moments …