Words have Power
Where I discuss my reservations concerning this increasingly popular belief, and share a poem I wrote about it.
In which I share random articles designed to better acquaint you with my writing and my eccentricities.
Where I discuss my reservations concerning this increasingly popular belief, and share a poem I wrote about it.
Where I talk about logic, and a simple but healthful practice that keeps me sane in an internet-rich world.
It occurred to me recently that just because I’ve been doing something as naturally as a fish taking to water does not necessarily mean that …
Where I talk about the prevailing logic of my relationship to rules.
I wrote a poem to start the book off to a good pace, a creative thesis if you will…
Introduction and Review I promised a few weeks ago to expand on some of the lessons about waiting that I have collected from the Bible. …
My mother loves me, and one of the ways she expresses this is through her appreciation of my various creative works. She once said that …
Today I’d like to share something that got recorded right away, that very day; a poem that began to take form as I sat by the lake in the cooling twilight.
I wandered to a part of the park I’d never seen before, which is my favorite way to go walking, and happily stumbled upon an area that seemed well tended but largely ignored. The trees grew in small clumps with cut grass and low-lying weeds. Around those trees were wrapped dead vines with bright red seeds nestled in large pods, ripped open at the seams… [But} That seemingly dead plant hanging limply against the proud oak wasn’t dead at all.
Yes, before you jump down my throat, I am aware that I may be misusing that word, though I find it ironic on many levels, and most recently because I started a job as a waitress. Now that we’ve cleared that up, let jump right into it.