Sitting and Staring, and Starry Starry Night

For starters, this was supposed to be finished yesterday, when it was still Vincent Van Gogh’s birthday. It is a whole lot of thoughts mulling around about being an artist, and what it means to feed that. The other morning, on my first morning of not getting ready for work in an office, I found myself sitting and staring out the window at the front … Continue reading Sitting and Staring, and Starry Starry Night

Nostalgic Poet Mama, with a Downright Ugly Twinge of Jealousy

Ever since last week, I cannot help hearing the name Dessa Darling, a poet nearing Pop Icon status, and wrecking my serenity just a tiny bit. Only a tiny bit. Of course I’m happy for her. She is all over the internet, Twitter adores her, she was interviewed on The Splendid Table over the weekend on NPR, for Pete’s Sake, to learn about her eating … Continue reading Nostalgic Poet Mama, with a Downright Ugly Twinge of Jealousy

Standing Myself in a Corner

(Although, if I must be confined… here is where I’d want to be banished!!) Today I am feeling less than authentic. What happened, I wonder? In an attempt to connect and get to know other writers, I joined up with a bunch of groups and got myself bewildered and directionless. Sadly, writing is a bit of a lonely enterprise. It always has been. These days … Continue reading Standing Myself in a Corner