This will be my third, and final post, for the day. I believe that each person is on their own individual road, path, whatever you want to call it, journey, spiritual or not, and/or otherwise. This post also speaks to why, again, some of why I've decided that the path for me is writing fiction, … Continue reading The Journey of the Individual
Eddie Chuculate's descriptive prose reads like the view of the most brilliant landscape painting, the words providing a stark portrait in contrasts in some areas while melding into the delicacy required of a watercolor brush in others, whether the scenery be that of an actual landscape, the rolling countryside of Oklahoma, or simply the … Continue reading Cheyenne Madonna, by Eddie Chuculate
I'm currently reading "Cheyenne Madonna" by Eddie Chuculate.
While I'm sorting out my sorting, here's a link to an interview with author Louise Erdrich that has struck a cord with me on so many levels. While it often seems that much of the world is so big on embracing its weirdness, sometimes we're just so damn thankful for the things that make us … Continue reading So Much This.
There's a good chance that you've never heard of Rod McKuen, there's a good chance that you've heard of Rod McKuen and just don't know that you have, yet. A prolific poet and composer, credited with more than two hundred albums and more than thirty collections of poetry, including work in prominent films and the … Continue reading Stanyan Street.