IN MEMORIAM
SHORT RUN IN THE WOODS
This short run I do every day, trying to adopt it into my after-dinner routine, has played out successfully the way I wanted for a week now.
GRATEFUL FOR THIS DAY EXISTS
BACK TO THE FLOW AND TWIST OF THINGS
I BURIED MY MOM AND SLOW PACED EDITING
On To The First Round Of Editing the Second Manus (2nd Poetry Collection)
A GIFT FROM THE UNIVERSE: OLD & TORN
EDIT-READY FOR 2025
WRAPPING UP PLANS BEFORE CHRISTMAS!
NOW WHAT?
Often, as I settle on my sofa to begin a writing session, my gaze lingers deeply on the blank page before me. Dummdidumm dumm dumm. No words, no emotions, nothing. The sheer emptiness overwhelms me every time it occurs. my mind poses a question, "Now what?". Then, a flood of images invades my thoughts, until one or two of these intruders create their own art. This two-dimensional image begins to stir subtly, unfolding its narrative. I simply listen and write .
First Draft of the Second Book
First draft half way complete! This marks my second collection, described as visceral and impactful,