Category Archives: WRITING

I watched the wind hesitate; in its pause several salamandersgripping ontogolden parasolsfloatedlandedon the spongey mossborderingthe gardenwakingfluted daffodilsthat yawnedinto bloom. Continue reading →

It hurts us to know how much we have in comparison and yet we know that we won’t invite Willie the wino from Second Avenue in to take over the spare bedroom. That’s a hypertext question: what if we did? … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Just ignored the first 300 words of a new story and started a new one with same basic concept beneath it. The first seemed too flippant, too chummy, too much like a woman's sardonic view of her life. Because this … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Brought to my attention via Nanette at e-zine, Narrative Magazine, a terrific online literary journal, has decided to start charging a $20.00 reading or submission fee for unsolicited work. Follow the links to a discussion at the Poets & Writers … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Man, I must have read this damn story a hundred times in the past five days. Still, still, before I send it out I find places to fix, make better. The latest, a separation of paragraph spacing; a sentence moved … Continue reading → Continue reading →

As always, I read and write with the basic idea of borders, nodes, times and spatial levels in mind since messing around with a bit of hypertext and interactive fiction some years back. One thing that hit me along with … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Thoroughly pleased with myself on a new story–just the mere fact alone that I've started writing and finishing a story was pleasing enough–I wanted it to be read. Somewhere in the back of my semi-educated on literature mind I felt … Continue reading → Continue reading →

He opens all three plastic cups of cream and pours them in in a spiraling circle. He blows the white whorl into a tawny blend before he takes a cautious sip. He has nothing special on his mind, does no … Continue reading → Continue reading →

So it took reading Pablo Neruda to write a review of his "Ode to Laziness" and a bit of a ditty of my own, then the smell of toast to move on to writing a short short story, and ended … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Been spending the day wandering from one computer to another to another where each is doing something different between updating, listing, reading and writing. Neat to network, but I always forget which unit the image or letter or link I'm … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Steve Ersinghaus shares an image of what his morning cup of coffee held. It's a delighful picture, yet I see it also as insight into how artists view the world. Most likely the lights reflected in his coffee are there … Continue reading → Continue reading →

In the middle of dinner preparations a niece, the youngest of them all, calls to thank me for framing a drawing and poem she'd composed a while ago. She's shy, hardly knows us that well, but I sense a pride … Continue reading → Continue reading →

How funny; waking with story, coffee and the Mac at the ready. Clicking on Pages and watching as the inkpot icon jumps up and down with glee on the dock. She's going to do it! it says. She's going to … Continue reading → Continue reading →