Just a little wisdom from Ira Glass. If you don’t know Ira, check out his work at www.thisamericanlife.org. You will laugh. You will cry. You will love the stories. Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good… [Read more…]
December 3, 2011
Still one of my favorite things I’ve written in the last 12 months. It is All here. I turn my back. The Wind whispers poetry and passionate promises through Her riggings. She needs Him. Her love and passions are unconditional. Unquenchable.I look toward the sea and the Grace moored. Flags buffeted by the salt air… [Read more…]
December 3, 2011
I don’t know about you, but every now and then, I need a reminder. Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me…. I once was lost but now am found, Was blind, but now, I see. T’was Grace that taught… my heart to fear. And Grace, my fears relieved. How precious… [Read more…]
April 15, 2011
A little poetry about imagining a fantasy based on mythology while ignoring reality resulting in futility and leading to humility.
March 23, 2011
“Then you should say what you mean,” the March Hare went on; “I do,” Alice hastily replied; “at least—at least I mean what I say—that’s the same thing, you know.”; “Not the same thing a bit!” said the Hatter. “Why you might just as well say that ‘I see what I eat’ is the same… [Read more…]
March 13, 2011
Still one of my favorite things I’ve written in the last 12 months. It is All here. I turn my back. The Wind whispers poetry and passionate promises through Her riggings. She needs Him. Her love and passions are unconditional. Unquenchable.I look toward the sea and the Grace moored. Flags buffeted by the salt air… [Read more…]
March 8, 2010
The first time you screw up it’s a mistake, the second time it’s by choice. I never thought I would find myself in this situation again. After all, I have my rules—clearly-defined, hard-worn, time-proven rules – the kind you accumulate over a lifetime of mistakes. Rules such as never eat the last spare rib on… [Read more…]
February 8, 2010
Stripped of my clothes, I stand naked on the foredeck surrounded by one hundred fifty-seven bloodthirsty lobsters. Time stops. In one hand, I brandish a stick of butter, on the other, I wear a golden oven-mitt held aloft. I peer into the hungry ocean and watch the gashing of its white-capped teeth. The green tongue… [Read more…]
January 30, 2010
In Binghamton, New York I sat with my babysitter, Walter In the living room Listening to him talk about the world. My mother was in the kitchen talking on the phone. My father was working late at Montgomery Wards. In Binghamton, New York I listened as my baby brother cried for some attention In his… [Read more…]
December 20, 2009
The first time I came across this poem from Walt Whitman I fell to my knees in agony. It broke my heart because I truly understood the loneliness, the bitterness and the envy.
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