2019 arrived and I didn’t much care. On New Year’s Eve my stomach hurt. I cut out at 11:30pm with no regrets. We’re on the tail end of a family vacation which has gone remarkably smoothly. Everybody has gotten to do most of the things they wanted to do: speedskate, ski, run, play video and/or… Continue reading Yes, and
“The problem,” she said, “is not that I read too much. It’s that I feel too much of what I read.” “The problem,” he said, “is not that I watch too much, It’s that I have seen more than I know how to handle. And I cannot turn away.” “you know what your problem is?”… Continue reading The Problem That Is/Isn’t
As in failing to move forward. Failing to make visible progress. Stuck. As if plastered to the spot. Willing and unable to pull the lever, unlock the lock, or do whatever that thing is you do to start something rolling. Scrolling through social media, clicking and stabbing at so much emptiness. Pausing occasionally to say… Continue reading Stuck.
I can write my way out of a paper bag. There, I said it. “I am large, I contain multitudes” wrote Walt Whitman. “Me too,” I replied. I’m trying to pull a book together. I won’t say write a book because not all of it will be from scratch. The goal is to compile, gather,… Continue reading Writing My Way Out of a Paper Bag
Once upon a time, I was a runner. I rose each morning filled with thoughts of what my workout commitment was and how everything else fit around that. Work, child care, housekeeping and all the rest were all set up to insure that my running time was secured. I was focused on achievement and I… Continue reading *Cough, cough* Is this mic on?
I decided to publish a stack of poems I wrote 14 years ago. In my e-mail inbox I have notice that the books will arrive on Tuesday. Surprise, no surprise, I have feelings about this development. I could tell you that I am happy, proud, relieved and/or excited. For the record I think I’m some… Continue reading Die Sprachbürgerschaft is on the way
The sign that’s not on my fridge but should be: “Don’t go there.” Of course, I go. Damn social media. Damn me. The time I spend in my own head is no longer solitary. I can hear myself think (still) but my voice is tempered for your possible reception; my words carefully tested for palatability… Continue reading Because Someone’s Listening