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.
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.
when you can’t find words of your own, borrow. list out a string of them that don’t make sense. precious ocean tidal arc i beg i dream i beg again feel it on your tongue: language forming, symbols budding. sometimes there are thorns sharp as cold water. — the lulls the hums of vowels twisting eventually… Continue reading from 3/16/2015: channeled meditation for finding poems/words/songs
A friend at work asked if he could read my short stories some time. “What stories?” I said. “I don’t really write stories anymore. Sometimes I do. But I don’t finish them. I just don’t feel compelled, really.” Admitting that I wasn’t working on anything specific used to be a moment of sickening defeat for… Continue reading Sweet Butter – The Non-Writer Writer.
I never bought into the idea that reading was an escape. Sure, you go somewhere and visit with new characters, get “lost” in worlds and made-up dramas. But ultimately (as all things do) it just brings you closer to yourself. True escapism, in my book, would be reading for the sake of falling into a coma:… Continue reading Reading as Awareness, not Escape: an aside.
One of the beauties of working with author Monica Bruno on the final drafts of her first novel, RACHEL’S FOLLY, is how brave she was in allowing me to do what writers secretly fear of their editors: she encouraged me to uncover, explore, dig deep between the pages, to ask the terrifying questions that would… Continue reading On working with Monica Bruno, for her debut novel RACHEL’S FOLLY
One of my literary and spiritual heroes, Robert Stikmanz, recorded this lovely, haunting song of a poem I wrote that he transliterated into his invented language, Dvarsh. The poem, “Rush,” or “G’Teoksh.” is featured in the guidebook we co-authored, The Way It Grows: An Introduction to Dvarsh. Copies are still available through Confabule.com and Amazon.… Continue reading Ever hear a song in an Invented Language that you LIKED?