"True" Poetry
Although I was too young to experience the Sixties, I grew up listening to “Classic Rock.” While my best friend became a walking compendium of knowledge about nearly every group of that era, I became entranced by the lyrics of those songs, despite the fact that I was famous among my friends for “mis-hearing” certain lyrics. If any of those guys happens to be reading this blog, need I say more than “Lionel Fire?” Despite a boatload of evidence that we build our vocabulary bett
The Mad Dash
I’m a very slow writer. A single short story can take up to six months for me to get to a point where I feel it’s finally right. A poem can take almost as long. Many of the writers I know complete whole drafts before going back to revise, and I admire that method. I keep trying to implement it, but I can’t. I plod through my writing hours, often going back to revise a paragraph before moving forward. This paragraph alone underwent five revisions before I moved on to the nex
For All The Work We Do
Today, in the U.S., it’s Labor Day. Over the course of my lifetime, I have seen this holiday change from nod to the contribution of workers in society to a day when we realize that summer vacations are coming to an end. So in this post, I would like to return the spirit of the day to its original meaning and celebrate the work we do. Why? Because work is central to life. When we meet a new person, one of the first questions we ask is “What do you do?” When we meet an old frie
