“… and they ran. The gushing water ran faster. The great body was held back, but rivers spouted through fissures in the rolling wall and broke like day. The three fugitives ran past another line of shanties that topped a slight rise and gained a little. They cried out as best they could, ‘De lake […]
Arguably, it’s the most inspiring time of the year. Especially once the early-season dust devils have huffed their way across that wide blue yonder and we can set our heads (and hair) upright again. That part of the season when the weather steadies up a bit and the flowerbeds fully commit to the lively listings […]
Okay. I didn’t intend for there to be a five-month lapse between posts. Those with astute minds may notice that those five months coincide (or collide, to be more accurate) with the general fall semester schedule for collegiate academics. Thus, I’ve been living under a pile of library books and/or gnawing my way through the […]
The other day, I was having a getting-to-know-you conversation with a new acquaintance via text messaging, which presents a certain amount of social handicap in and of itself. The conversation was actually going fairly well until it got to the so-what-do-you-do-for-a-living point. This one is always a tricky point for me, as I’ve tended toward […]
Ah, end of the spring semester! All of my finals are complete, the grades are good, and I can stop pulling my hair out with the stress of it all…at least, for a month or two. (The last, of course, is hyperbole, as I haven’t really much hair to pull. But you get the idea.) […]
Ahem. So my desire to post regularly was interrupted by the onset of yet another semester of college. But I kind of saw that coming. I recently decided to be brave, and ask one of my literature professors to look over some poems of mine, and give me his general impressions. I’d like to […]
The weather has been gorgeous lately. Sixty degrees in January does not bode well for this planet’s overall health, but this pseudo-springtime has been a good guilty pleasure for my soul. I’ve always been the kind of person who can’t wait to get outside once the weather starts to warm up from its frigid wintrification, […]
Geneva was the wild one. Geneva was a tart. Geneva met a blue-eyed boy and gave away her heart. ~from “The Ballad of Aunt Geneva” by Marilyn Nelson For whatever reason, I woke up with this poem playing through my head this morning. Judging by the confused look on my dog’s face, I might have […]
Between the moment of inspiration and the act of writing, I find myself caught up in too many questions. This is something that gets worse as I get older, the need to justify what I want to write. It’s stupid to wonder at the significance or importance of a thing before you begin to write […]
When I first started to really get into creative writing, I was lucky enough to have encouraging teachers. I was pretty young (about 7 or 8) when I started writing my own poems, and it was always helpful to have someone around to show me how to make something a little bit better. I was […]
