In the Sinking

Venice is sinking, and I’ve got my pen but what of the words left to say? The swishing water now laps at the brow and brilliance has gone to decay. San Marco awakes,… Continue reading →

Evolve

So I thought I’d take a walk this morning. I love walking ,as you know, and though the weather was not ideal, I longed to be moving outside. But today, careful footing was… Continue reading →

Get Distracted

Go ahead, give in to distraction. It may sound like unusual literary advice, but I’ve discovered it can actually help my writing. Now I don’t mean get so distracted that you miss a deadline.… Continue reading →

The Resting

The resting rest was a test at best but what arose in pain far from gain achieved nothing but sluggish draw of mood and pen finger key a reach to pull up to… Continue reading →

Standstill: Day 1

I fractured my ankle this week (Icy Feat, Sad). Beautiful cast and all. This temporary infirmity has shown me how so very much I despise the feeling of helplessness. A good time to write,… Continue reading →

A Quiet Mind

A Café Moment: “Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened, but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a thunderstorm.” — Robert Louis Stevenson, An Inland Voyage… Continue reading →

The Writer’s trek

The screen sits still Blinking cursor beckons The block, the wait, the anticipation Slowly your mind comes to life Black on white Words take shape In the twisty curls of letters Characters are… Continue reading →