Take back the time

Is that enough, muse? Am I finished writing for this morning? Say it ain’t so; say I can keep writing as long as I wish, say I can sing all day. Say I can stay in this chair and shape words and music and life into being and immerse myself in uncanny universes and specialContinue reading “Take back the time”

The gift of the wind chimes

I pause in my morning visit with my journal to breathe, to listen to the wind chimes outside my window, and to feel the warm coffee flow down my throat to warm my entrails. The wind chimes are in the background almost always, because we live on a windy hill, and the song is alwaysContinue reading “The gift of the wind chimes”

The awesome explosion

I have come up with a new simile to describe myself lately. It can be yours.Every day I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The land mine is me.After the explosion, I spend the rest of the day putting the pieces together.Now, it’s your turn. Jump! — Ray Bradbury, Zen in theContinue reading “The awesome explosion”

The zen of early rising

Sometimes, pulling myself out from under the covers at 5 a.m., I resist the urge to climb back in, and instead I go to my writing/reading chair and start to write, and something pretty good comes out. It’s like some force in the universe wants to keep me from seeing what I would see ifContinue reading “The zen of early rising”

The Halloween fear

Somebody noticed months ago that Halloween night is a full moon this year, three days before what was sure to be a raucous election and in the middle of the ruckus caused by the reaction to the COVID-19 pandemic. “What could possibly go wrong?” the somebody asked sarcastically.

A meal for the ages

“I’m alive, confound it,” he cried, feeling mortality chill his bones. “I loved myself enough women to have a horde of offspring to keep my memory alive, but it never took, and here I am childless, no one to carry a trace of my DNA to the next generation. I failed in the prime directiveContinue reading “A meal for the ages”

Up through the time machine

I met some old friends for conversation last night, and they each offered me an insight or two. “Life asks for rewards back because it has favored us with animation,” Ray said, encouraging me to leave something for posterity to chew on. Henry was in a reminiscent mood, and he hummed me an old LaplandContinue reading “Up through the time machine”

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