Category Archives: practice

some days it’s like this

Jen Bervin, a poet and visual artist, asked about discipline by Poets & Writers in their January/February 2010 issue, said: “I think it comes out of just loving, really loving, what you’re doing. It doesn’t feel like discipline. It just … Continue reading

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friday thought

It’s not so much sitting down, composed, saying, “What shall I write today?” as it is racing, capturing ideas that surge, foaming, onto shore, before they pull away.

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happy portion

For a few years I tried to write prettier – to add flourishes that would astound. I guess I didn’t think I would run into that purple prose problem, because I had tended at first to write so sparsely. Surely, … Continue reading

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posty note

This week, you may have noticed, I posted five times. Last weekend I decided to try writing things ahead and then utilizing the blog’s “schedule post” feature so they would magically appear, as if predestined. This has been a trial … Continue reading

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a tuesday thought

Writing is waiting and problem solving and waiting and starting over and giving up and changing your mind and reading sentences until they drip from your ears and redoing them again.

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how I learn sometimes

On this quest for understanding, for even a trickled spring gilded bright beneath with treasure, I tread many empty days in which pebbles scuff my toes along shores of speculation. But one drear morning, a wise old trout, twenty-five inches … Continue reading

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You must keep sending work out; you must never let a manuscript do nothing but eat its head off in a drawer. You send that work out again and again, while you’re working on another one. If you have talent, … Continue reading

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brautiganism

“Moonlight on a Cemetery” Moonlight drifts from over A hundred thousand miles To fall upon a cemetery. It reads a hundred epitaphs And then smiles at a nest of Baby owls. One of his first published poems, the above was … Continue reading

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nascent old woman drifts and dreams

today is my perfection. bright, cold breezes chill the house corner. everyone is gone. the clouds are, too, hurried away to meet others like themselves. the trees have greened. grass is longer in the yard than the neighbors’, and I … Continue reading

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state of the blog

Nearly three years ago I started blogging. I’m not done, but I feel differently about it, by far, than I did the day I first typed a sentence into the little window on MySpace. Back then I wanted exposure as … Continue reading

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