Those who might have thought the Wayfarer congenial up until now must know The Godmother from New York has taken over this leg of the trip (see Uncle?) and California Girl’s backseat, engrossed in a book. Last I checked, blogosphere was a beautiful democracy. If you are offended by what follows, remember you are free… Read More The Writing Process II, Part 3: From the Grammar Mafia
He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my… Read More But He, Being Poor, Has Only His Dreams
Mr: I’ve had these thoughts on death. If I ever blogged, it would be a post. I think death is necessary because “….” What do you think, honey? Mrs: Nod. Hmmm. Mr: So can I guest blog on your site? Mrs: Without missing a beat. Nope. Mr: What did you say? Mrs: Nope. (Writing’s not… Read More My Husband Threatened Me
i chew the leaves of my poem they fan green and spirited in the height of their hour veins visible like these that inscribe my hand, run with the life of dreams that have nowhere to go but back down to the branch to the root you don’t see look: their asymmetry of being red… Read More the leaves of my poem
Voices in the dark under the light of their writing. You teach me so much and inspire me to live more beautifully. Just had to tell you how much you mean to me. No one knows how much time we have together, right? Which reminds me, I really need to give Husband my WordPress password… Read More Ode To My Readers
Dinner one night, and Tiger Dad pushes wife about the schooling. Husband: Does he know what nouns, prepositions, verbs are? Wife: Honey, you know he’s been learning the definitions. He’ll understand better as he gets older. He’s only seven. *Pause* Wife: Wait. Do YOU know what they are? Funny look. PAUSE. Husband: I know adverbs.… Read More Tiger Dad and Tiger Wife
I started this blog as a writer and now am writing you as a blogger. Did you know I care about my numbers? Did you know I think my readership rocks, not just for the depth but for the size? I have readers who have bolted their seat to this blog. Anyone who wouldn’t want… Read More Blogging: I CAN Have It All
Early this year: “Birds fly. Horses run. You write.” “Awwww, honey. SO sweet!” But wait. Two weeks ago: “So dya see my post?” “Oh, yeah. It was GOOD. Sounded like you plagiarized or something.” ????? My Biggest Fan, Part 1
Writing is treasure mining, isn’t it? The sifting of options among all that language has to offer. In the process, leave the hollow expressions that lie buried from overkill to rest in peace. Settle on what’s attractive and weighty. Don’t clutter your collection with dry, ossified castoffs of nature that add nothing to your art.… Read More The Writing Process II, Part 2: Let the Clichés R.I.P.
my boy i am the shade of his sun afraid he will burn, but i am more than the smell of the bosom he has learned, i am the album of regrets and and deficiency and forgiving the roots that climb deep down parents’ omissions i am the… Read More st r u gg ling artist ii
A Holistic Journey 