And it dawns on me. The lesson. These things happen sometimes when something someone says intrigues me so, that I want to ponder it, mull it over, hold it in my hand and carry it like a talisman until its wisdom breaks open for me.
Life of a Poet
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 … Continue reading Sitting and Staring, and Starry Starry Night
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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 … Continue reading Nostalgic Poet Mama, with a Downright Ugly Twinge of Jealousy
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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 … Continue reading Standing Myself in a Corner
