Flexing my reading muscle.
In college I had a writing teacher who made me type out stories I thought were good. Every sentence. Every slender comma, ellipses, period, paragraph, dialogue, description. She said it would help me to get inside the craft of the story. That I would begin to hear in my head the author’s internal dialogue; that [...]
A new productive
Hi. It’s a rainy Friday, and sadly I haven’t posted nearly as much as I’d hoped this week. Excuses: my camera is broken (alas, DH accidentally dropped it) and every available minute at the keyboard was spent finishing a piece I want to send out today. Also: 7 baby New Hampshire red chicks in a [...]
Frustrated.
I cannot figure out any other way to do it, to make my heart stop thundering with this crazy need to write.
So I’m up now, near midnight, revising the same damn paragraphs I’ve spent all day on, interrupted.
Do people really do this?
We sleep and then we dream.
In bed, the sheets unwashed, the windows wide open to the thrumming late spring sounds of night: beetles the size of a child’s fist buzzing about drunkenly, fat winged moths, bats darting in sonic zigzags in the lilac scented air. In bed, his body next to mine. I turn my back, make an opposing spoon, [...]
A list happy inventory
In January for my birthday, inspired as always by Andrea’s awesome lists, I wrote my own: 32 things to do before I turn 32. But then I forgot to post it, until now, when I was cleaning up the post-its on my desktop (how I love the post-it widget!) and found the list again. I [...]
this, in my heart
The birds don’t care about the stock market dips.
The weather is unknowing of the forecast: clouds,
even when there was call for sun.
Things keep right on brazenly living,
bursting, growing, with such a stark indifference
to the tumbling of our souls.
Some days we’re just on this earth.
Other, truer days, of it.
We have forgotten this.
How to speak [...]
Springtime boys
Trying to get focused (and it’s not really working)
It’s been like pulling hens teeth to get words on the page here lately. Life is happening full tilt and I’m all over the map. Things are busting out everywhere: dandelions, rhubarb, fiddleheads, grass. We have allergies, Bean and I. We are a display of loud, honking nose blowing, in the morning
We eat fresh bread [...]
Topographs::9
Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets looking for you. ~Hafiz
hubris
What shapes you? What tunes the strings of your heart? What fingers play the ruckus melody of the divine across the breadth of your small existence?
What about serendipity? What about the way things happen: too many things aligning to be chance. What do you believe about your life? What do you know in the quiet [...]