Category Archives: WRITING

I’ve been doing a lot of praying this past week, and in fact, reverted back to my Catholic base as I often do when things get tight. Somehow it just makes sense to use the more accepted mode of talking … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Sometimes, sometimes you need to build a cave to hide in. I’ve seen others do it. I’ve done it myself. Someplace where no one can find you, a place that’s built so well they see you but they only feel … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Needless to say, this past weekend was hell, and the best I could come up with for writing was focusing on porches. But this was exactly where a lot came together for me on Sunday. It wasn’t going to be … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Redwood decks are not the same as old grey painted porches. Life in fifty years has changed, and our choice of architecture in our homes reflects the feeling of society as much as taste and innovation. Decks are in our … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Bittersweet, man’s nature to accept the grotesque as normal when he has no way of changing it except to make it part of life and living. Maybe then he feels he still has some control. Continue reading →

In “identity and the self“, a friend is writing about another who takes on the pseudonym “Clarissa” in a weblog. He wonders at the duality of human nature, “This is a spatial issue. We can, I believe, inhabit two spaces … Continue reading → Continue reading →

How do you tell an officer of the law that you were driving fast because inspiration hit, and here you are without a scrap of paper? How do you switch mental mode quick enough so words come out in normal … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I shed depression like a skin that served well but grew too tight. Constricting thought and growth and moving with slow scales worn smooth by life, no longer offered traction. I leave behind a papery shell of me in perfect … Continue reading → Continue reading →

As with a pair of spectacles, I put on my poetics and the world is seen a different way. The widgy, rubber-squeaky sounds of hummers mating. The male drawing pictures of a nest against the sky, in repetitious semi-oval loops. … Continue reading → Continue reading →