How much of writing is re-writing? How much of living is re-living? I sip my coffee. I remember the voice inside of me croaking out; she’s hoarse; she’s deep; she’s poised. I remember shouting for someone to love me. Men. All of them. Love me. I remember this voice changing. Going dark for boys with… Continue reading Your Writing Voice
The most radical thing we can do is love one another despite our differences.
You sift through one called “Future” and find a thousand other eyes shaped and colored like Miranda’s.
What did you do to pass the time? She said, checking her watch. Digital. Big. A thick gold cuff around her wrist that made her bones look even smaller.
Don’t let fear sit in the Director’s Chair. Let’s do some mind-training exercises that will create the reality you’d rather see in full motion. Repeat after me.
The ‘next great American novel’ is likely one without distinguishable grid lines. It is the voice of a refugee fleeing terror or an illegal immigrant fighting poverty. It has no real roots except where one is running from. It is a story for the road.
As I mentioned in the previous post, I recently sat down with my friend Albert to help him jumpstart his creativity for songwriting. His goal was this: to make fresh connections and metaphors, using language that isn’t so “straightforward,” as is his usual style. The next day, I created a customized resource for him that… Continue reading Writing Challenge and Exercise
between sleep: i wonder if my hands get tired of keys. or if it makes running them across the strong back of my lover even more satisfying. i turn on the music, and it’s a slow slow lag, a lazy, dreaming drum, my hum, oh my hum is barely audible now, my love is not… Continue reading random writing from an old November draft
for as long as i can remember the children cried the pots seared and the tea boiled for as long as i can remember the breeze was outside while the smoke was in i’d swat at the flies i’d ruffle the bed i’d wait i’d cry while the children slept, i’d pause again for the hour… Continue reading past life inheritance – breaking old social structures
honesty and clarity do not come as shiny and round as the full moon. they fleck, chip off into pieces. a little honesty here. a little clarity there. but we are going deeper, now. to a Truth that reveals itself in every molecule of our being. this life on Earth enters us as symbolism for how… Continue reading 3/10/2015 channeled meditation.
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