Writing Life
Some nights,
the pull of a poem
is so intense
that I can hardly resist,
while the comfort
my bed and blanket
offer, lies in wait. … More Writing Life
Some nights,
the pull of a poem
is so intense
that I can hardly resist,
while the comfort
my bed and blanket
offer, lies in wait. … More Writing Life
I’ve lost count
of the poems
I’ve written.
I’ll say many,
still not as many
as I’d like to.
Someday, perhaps. … More Someday, Perhaps
Yesterday was such a long day that I couldn’t publish anything. I sat down to write at night and almost finished a piece of fiction. I was happy to have penned something in my book, but… … More One Day at a Time
Once upon a time, I used to write about anything and everything that popped into my mind. I wrote about what happened around me, things that piqued my interest, thoughts that made me reflect, the mundane, the happy, bits of everything. Sometimes it made sense, sometimes it didn’t make a shred of sense to me, and maybe not to the reader either. But I enjoyed it. I enjoyed writing and sharing those little tidbits here.
… More Confronting the Demon