Tag Archives: Writing
A book will never shoot you Or choke you in your bed It can only cut your heart out … Perhaps you’re right to dread.
I’ve been tagged in the Facebook thingy where you list 10 books that have stayed with you. Not necessarily your favorite books, but ones that have gotten hold of you and not let go. Rather than just list the books … Continue reading
Well…that escalated quickly. I’ve been blogging for three years, and as of today, 94% of my traffic has come in the last ten days in the form of a million views for that post about beautiful and ugly and everything in between. … Continue reading
He was a burnt man. His clothes were crisp with charcoal, his breath dark with the taste of smoke. Now and then, bits of him would dry up and break off, greasily smearing the lives of those he brushed against. … Continue reading
Nobody writes poems about e-mail And of course they shouldn’t No more than they should about snapping turtles or turtlenecks Or life or love or the devil’s fiery droppings But they do Or I can imagine they do I can … Continue reading
I don’t know if it’s poetry When the words tumble out without a care for paragraphs or punctuation I don’t know if it’s art When my fingers hit the keys before my brain knows what I’m going to write I … Continue reading