November. It looks like we made it. Thank God. Since August, I’ve been to the doctor or the lab or the radiologist no less than
Well, big surprise here, I bailed on Twitter again. Then I changed my mind. Then I bailed again. There was this alleged news story about
Well, here’s an update on those Gremlins. I was using the free versions of Grammarly and Ginger, both good grammar editing/correcting programs. With the free
I just found so many mistakes in a manuscript that I already corrected and published, that it’s making my head spin. I’m a good writer.
Carried Away Waiting for the carriage The Pumpkin Coach of Nod to the land that’s ever sleeping the Spring in its facade in cloaks
The first day of fall has arrived, the Autumnal Equinox. I am three years sober, sans alcohol, as of today. But not only that, I
The Road November 1, 1996 There’s another lady in your life, Though she can never be your wife, With shoulders soft and curving lines, Oh,
“The idea, a long, long, time ago, was to be able to live decently, and create art. Everything after that was icing on the cake,
I was looking at some photos from a few years ago for a post I’m thinking about and a couple of things caught my attention.
We barely broke eighty degrees here today. There are still some ninety-degree temperatures predicted into the middle of the month, but today Summer officially began
How many poems constitutes “a lot” of poems? Sometime last year I began trying to wrangle my poems into some kind of order, all my
Toad the Wet Sprocket. Music from the 1990s, classified as Alternative Rock, and Grunge. I’m listening to it again and it’s speaking to me
Still there are the Moon and the Stars the light of the night to know where we are under the same sky and everything else
Here we are, can you believe it, going into September. Where does the time go? I’m still reading Carl Sandburg’s big book of Abraham Lincoln.
Keep these sacred cows, for meat, for milk, for skins, for leather jackets on a Saturday night, for cowboy boots, for moccasins, for baby shoes,
It is the end of the Summer. I’ve been doing end of the Summer stuff. I don’t feel like talking about writing but, I will
Do you ever let yourself daydream the most fantastical daydream you can possibly imagine for your life? Some people don’t daydream like that. Others will
This isn’t what I was going to write about today. I was going to write about dreams, about thinking positive, being happy, and dreaming bigger.
I’ve re-started a Tumblr page, and I’ve created a companion page to this page. The goal is, to keep what is good, to focus on
I’ve been tempted to log back on to twitter, to save my account before the thirty days is up. I’ve resisted that temptation. I’ve
I’m exploring ideas of solitude. Not complete solitude, but I’ve realized I’ve always rather enjoyed my own company. I also like going places with just
I am off twitter once and for all and for good. (Only took how many tries?) They just changed their format anyway and, I wasn’t
This implies that I smoke cigarettes. I don’t. I value my lungs. I used to smoke cigarettes, and I was excellent at it. Here’s the
So, let’s talk about this book for a minute, “Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah” by Richard Bach. I read this book when I