“Ahem.” He paused in the act of closing his journal and looked about. “Down here.” He opened the book back up and saw the empty page. “That’s right.” “What’s right?” he asked. “Fill me.” and now he saw the page was speaking to him. “I had nothing to write.” “Then write nothing.” “I did. AndContinue reading “The day of commitment”
Author Archives: WarrenBluhm
Bunny’s close call
There was a rabbit who lived in a thicket by the side of the road. He loved Ms. Carol’s flowers, but she did not return the love. She liked her flowers just fine the way they were, you see, but the rabbit loved to nibble on them because they were delicious. One day, the rabbitContinue reading “Bunny’s close call”
Compulsion
I have to write. I must now write. It’s fun to write. And so I write. I write the words, So many words, Such happy words, And some sad words. This is my life, My writing life. I do love life, This sweet soft life. I sit and write These words I write. This lifeContinue reading “Compulsion”
Home stretch of a good morning’s journaling
Here I am, slightly more than an hour after I sat down, starting on a 10th page of this Moleskine after so many days where I barely scratched out a sentence if I even picked up the pen. How do I recapture this level of productivity day to day? Could it all be as simpleContinue reading “Home stretch of a good morning’s journaling”
Searching for a new way
I am haunted from time to time by a song I have never completed — or perhaps the first two lines are the whole song — A sus 4 to A, A sus 4 to A — “I am a-searching for a new way; The things I’ve done don’t seem enough …” I am fairlyContinue reading “Searching for a new way”
Philco 41-290X
This sturdy old beast of a radio — once it sparked and poured forth words and sounds and music and adventure — do these tired old vacuum tubes wait for electricity to surge again and carry voices from a world away back into this life? If I turn the knob, will a forgotten announcer springContinue reading “Philco 41-290X”
Oh! August!
August has no holidays because August is a holiday all its own. The summer flowers are ablaze, and the summer warmth borders on heat, and the birds cross the sky, and who needs a holiday to love all of this? Yes, I know on the other side of the world it’s darkest winter — orContinue reading “Oh! August!”