It’s already started. Now I shape it. Into a pile of diamonds.
inspiration
Sometimes you need to not write, not create, so you enjoy more your later octavo.
This morning my son testing me at every angle, keeping the writer on his toes and now me […]
and act as you always have, just wilder and freer and louder.
How did November get away from me? Time just keeps moving and doesn’t care how quick we are. […]
Bring it on. You make me laugh, not fear. I think far too clear to let your stench […]
get everything together. Simplify. That solves everything, I’m finding. LESS. The whole idea of less being made not […]
…no spending for the day. But anyway I have time for me, looking through the pictures of the […]
This wine, more of an instruction, imparting some stern sagacity, for me, urging this me the one calling […]
don’t write. Just think. Listen for music.