Category Archives: WRITING

Never really got into writing exercises outside of writing class and seminar work, but Peter Taylor’s amazing skill at character has inspired me to attempt to study, learn and practice what he does so well. In most of the stories … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I sent a friend a recent story; she had time to read, locked away a week up at the lake with a husband tied up on computer and telephone to his job. As an afterthought I sent a story written … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Oil the focus of a brief conversationslips into a dream that nightof a one-legged black man in Pittsburghstill swinging on crutches like a pendulumthrough the slick surface of day Why didn’t I dig deeper than a handfulof change, quarters and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I would choosethe subtle tortoise marijuana over the speed of hareif there were a God other than Time Continue reading →

A white sheet of paper sky black silhouette trees the sun has left and taken all the color away A day of pondering and decision a leaf turned to the wind either or, no weather and no whether today

the sky grumbleslike a pride of lions ata kill oris it just a whisperto a giant or a god . . . does one shout intoa conch shellor does onelisten to the wavesreverberate the fragile spiralslike the chambersof a heartthat … Continue reading → Continue reading →

A reminder to check out the exquisite merge of the poetry of Steve Ersinghaus with the watercolors of Carianne Mack on Mediaplay. These two have committed to producing 100 daily images of visual and language art and are winding down … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Last night’s rain falls long afterit has traveled on to more exotic scenestelling morning stories of thedeer out seeking greener grasseach step a waterfallas pelts brush by soft leavesthat cup the weather,and cottonwoods in the slightest breezetoss out the dregs … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Not Peter Taylor, that’s for sure. Not when you’re disgusted with your dated style and want to break loose into some flurry of metaphor that reads as perfect as fine poetry. Taylor’s okay, but stylistically old-fashioned, even amid his contemporaries … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The morning sun, a peek of fiery anger trapped between the black leaves of the trees.  He must rise above their grip to shine. Continue reading →

It seems the resolution not to submit crap has extended itself not to write it either.  My muse has left the building and I’ve slowed to a complete stop. So I’m working on other things, less creative but a lot … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Getting published has always been the dream of 80% of humanity, and has just as always been a less than 1% chance for most of them.  This is a good thing. As I read the truly great novelists, look at … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Suburbian nights lit by fireflies like the last cigarettes of the party. City sounds mellowed by country; tree frogs beep in the night and branches tip over cupped leaves, spilling the afternoon rain. Continue reading →