This poem was published by the Muddy River Poetry Review in their Spring Issue JAMES WEBB SPACE TELESCOPE A flash, an explosion and the trip begins. Off to find the morning of the universe, when the world was diapered against exploding stars. Black holes filled with empty darkness, memories of a big bang before everything […]
We need to be thankful to make our day complete Many big things are often mentioned health, family, friends But so many people don’t have these for what should they give thanks? A walk in a neighborhood where there is no gunshot speaking a grievance that is heard and respected a hand extended when they […]
I can’t believe all the wars I’ve been alive for ( I did miss the Revolutionary War and the Civil War, but not too many others). We’re always thinking of our vets on November 11, but what about the other 364 days of the year? There’s a major problem that all our recent vets have […]
This is a blog about life and writing but it’s impossible to ignore world events. Nobody is going to be able to explain away the chaos happening now with the evacuations. Leaving was not an easy decision and the consequences are even harder, but I agree and understand why it finally had to be done. […]
In Jack Grapes’ Method of Writing class, taking a car wash has nothing to do with your automobile, It refers to reading the work of a writer or poet and letting their words wash over you, steeping yourself in their ideas and essence. Then you do your own work, not mimicking the other writer, but […]
It’s been a long hard year and a half. I got through it all by watching Schitt’s Creek and writing poetry. Not at the same time of course. But the two occupations fed my funnybone and my creative juices. Poetry, for me, is more direct and spontaneous than writing fiction. I don’t have to stop […]
10/19/19 He sits in his office, looking down at the world, grunting orders, hearing nothing He sits in his office, ignoring the cries of the world, scarfing burgers, feeling nothing He sits in his office, surfing the dials, understanding nothing What is this, not a man, not animal, vegetable or mineral Who is this, not […]
So much has happened to my writing since my last blog, it’s almost like starting over. Last fall I began a writing class with Jack Grapes and his Method of Writing. I was in his class nine years ago but this time around it was much more meaningful and I felt the process more. At […]
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