And so — There I was. Here I am now. Will I be tomorrow? Tomorrow doesn’t exist, does it? Tomorrow there will be free beer. Tomorrow is a promise that may or may not be kept. Tomorrow is Someday’s evil twin sister.
Category Archives: Writing
Keep moving.Keep creating.Do. Forget the “or do not.”Just do.There is no “or.” Yes, there is no “try.”But once committed,there is no choice.
pulling out the stops
One day I stopped writing poemswhen I noticedpoets seldom get rich. One day I stopped writing songsbecause I figuredI’d never be a star. One day I woke upand realizedthose were silly reasons to stop.
From ether to planet
Here are the heroes of time immemorialLocked in the struggle that lasts for all time;Here are the questions and some of the answersWaiting for someone to call them by name,Here in the vault tucked away in Elysian,Here in the hearts of the beings named poets,Not asking, but asking, and serving as pagesTo carry the messageContinue reading “From ether to planet”
We are the writers
We write our pain. We write our joy. We write our anger. We write our fear. We write our peace. We write our love. Oh, how we write our love. We write to think. We write to feel. We write to understand. We write to comprehend. We write to figure it out and we writeContinue reading “We are the writers”
(Originally posted Sept. 7, 2017) “Don’t think,” said the man with the white mane. “Just open the spigot and be surprised by what comes out.” And then he walked away. I wanted to cry out, “Don’t think? But I can’t stop thinking,” but I had no voice. So I stopped thinking. Suddenly a spot appearedContinue reading “The room”
Writing can come in fits and starts, but I am full of words, every day, all day. “My God, it’s full of stars.” My God, I’m full of words. It’s only that I don’t always write them down , but when I do … catharsis. The dance of the pen across the page is aContinue reading “Full”