Category Archives: WRITING

Strange day today, most of it spent working with my hands in the frameshop, but working on things that needed some thought put into them. Blasted the stereo up as well, because it is difficult to think sometimes if I … Continue reading → Continue reading →

It is showing up in my writing, and now my verbal conversation, and I have had to bite my tongue lest those who listen start to wonder. It doesn’t look to go away, yet at fifteen it was beaten to … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The snow is weighing down on me, each flake an ironweight under its alias of feather. Grey days take the color out of life, and store it…where? Slowly we wean ourselves from the breasts that gave us milk and honey, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

You are what you read. I know this isn’t the axiom we are used to, but it works well for me. If indeed I were what I ate, I would have fallen through the fragile crust of the earth by … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Well, maybe the poetry hasn’t left my mind completely (and here I thought I was getting better), and this will be thrown into Talespinning with the rest, but Spanish and picture framing is taking up my time today, and this … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I’m finding that there are many more secret shower-inspired writers among us, so I’ve not been all that strange in so many of my postings that referred to this subject. Danny of Everyday Matters just posted last week on this … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Inspired by a great presentation by Professor John Timmons that was followed by discussion at the last meeting of our writers’ group, Narratives, regarding the essential elements of dialogue, I wrote this scenario quickly and hope to go back over … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I think I know why writers write. It’s not because we’re not socially communicative–I may not be, but really don’t believe that that’s the thread that links our beads together. I believe that if you have a way of putting … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Well I’ve done it; put myself in boxes and stacked them up on shelves (good God, I hope I put them in the proper order!). Time now is accountable, and mental alarm clocks have been set, and flexibility built in … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Reluctant to shut the water off in the shower, feeling the safety of its enveloping wet sheet over both body and mind—an urge to crawl back in the womb? But thoughts go where thoughts will, and there comes the odd … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Truly, I should know better. But when do I ever catch on until it is almost too late? For the past week or two I’ve done little by way of writing–rewriting, that is–because my thoughts are coming in poetic lines … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Professor Ersinghaus will cringe when he reads this one, but I believe he’ll understand and forgive me, both for rhyme and an attempt at hypertext poetry: Dinnerplate dahlias huckleberry tea red hot peppers and poetry Bewildering Stories bewildering lives morning … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Also on Talespinning, but I like this: The Idealist Cloudhoppers are fragile here now and gone, with heads of spun sugar and fingers of glass they tell tales of faeries and all things with wings and mountains as seen from … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The pull of seasons is upon us, and we respond just as the earth and animals and all other living things, despite our grand intelligence that is no match for it. I’ve been thinking in poetic form and that, I’m … Continue reading → Continue reading →