Remember?

My birthday is this month. I’ve never been one to dwell on (or act) my age, but since hitting my 50s there are ways my age is unavoidable: chronic aches (physically and emotionally), new (and unpleasant) routine medical procedures, and an awareness of how much is behind me (versus in front of me). Last weekContinueContinue reading “Remember?”

Silent Film

The writing process is a source of mystery. I’m constantly surprised by how inspiration comes, how ideas develop, and by the interplay of various elements: intuition, reason, structure, prayer, and serendipity. After years of trying my hand at creative pursuits, I feel more participant than master. To be sure, learning craft and improving skills areContinueContinue reading “Silent Film”

Street View

This week, I tallied poems and determined I have enough to work on self-publishing my next book, A Song of Glass. I’d like to add one more poem, and I need to write an introduction. Then I can start the (often arduous) process of setting the book up in Amazon’s self-publishing platform. Poetry is oftenContinueContinue reading “Street View”

Farmland

The place I hang my hat is rural, known for hay. I’m from a much bigger city but I’ve never cared for urban life. The barns, fallen outbuildings, open fields, and other features of rural terrain have a calm nostalgia I’m drawn to. Going just outside our little town is like traveling through time orContinueContinue reading “Farmland”