According to the Writer’s Almanac today is the birthday of Wallace Stevens, and The Emperor of Ice Cream was the poem du jour: Let be be finale of seem. The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream. Which was great … Continue reading →
Here’s what Robert Bly wanted one day, via The Writer’s Almanac What is it that I want? Not money, Not a large desk, not a house with ten rooms. This is what I want to do: to sit here, To … Continue reading →
At lunch there was no internet, so after I finished my sandwich I popped up the 2012 NaPoWriMo poems and made an edit file of the month of poems. Started reading and they made me smile. I am making some … Continue reading →
That’s always the contrast isn’t it, what had been normal and this instant where the world becomes something else, something unknown until now. Something perhaps unimaginable but now sitting quite real in the world, alongside us. Continue reading →
I am seeking. I am striving. I am in it with all my heart.
