Category Archives: WRITING

Last night’s Narratives Writers Group meeting included a critique of one of my own poems.  Our group has been together for a year now, and I’ve long ago given up artistic ego in trade for the value of hearing and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I cannot do the dawn, nor watch the skypeel back in colors of confusionand yet not think of all the knowledge within its boundries of infinityhidden in the scarlet streaks that slash the black horizonsyawning into time. Continue reading →

The King Goes to Battle He woke in the morning and showered and shaved,and dressed for the day in the great robes of purpleand strode through black streets,his robes rimmed in ermine untouched by the dirtheld aloft by the boys … Continue reading → Continue reading →

With words alone, a winter day: Silent, cold, grey overtoned white,  smelling and tasting of water. Elaborated: A chill dampness that penetrates a soul to color it grey, leaving the mind wanting of flavor and sniffing like hounds after rabbit … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Was thinking this morning about writing elements, and in particular, about my own cockamamie way of using simile in conjunction with personification. For example, in a recent poem about the wind, I compared it to a gypsy juggler.  Most people … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Well now I’ve gone and done it; contrary to a post just the other day about working pieces to death or shelving them because whatever is your latest writing is usually the best, I sent off a submission.  The most … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Don’t think I’ve started writing narrative in shorter form because of, but rather spurred on by next semester’s Creative Writing course, but the new format has both confirmed and revealed much about my writing progress, as well as developed a … Continue reading → Continue reading →

It seems so strange sometimes, to write in here when I am a different part of me; meaning, than what came before. Spinning is not a developed voice, but voices.  Often I wonder if I should open separate blogs, not … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I have an urge tonight to shoot my bow; to send an arrow arcing through the empty sky to visit here and here and here along its flight.  As it slows, descending back to meet the earth, its fletching spins … Continue reading → Continue reading →

It all relates to space of time and place; empty chairs around a Christmas table, the dishes never taken out from stacks within the cupboard, the tupperware needed to hold the ample leftovers that mark amounts of uneaten food in … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I too, may well have kept on walking; for even in the midst of mid-life crisis and my resolve to be a better man, there was nothing I could do about spilt wine.  But as I neared Him, He looked … Continue reading → Continue reading →