Looking Glass #5
(9 more pictures after words) Sitting in the library typing and reading and eating a candy bar as outside the window two cops escort a homeless man into the cruiser, in and out of the rain in handcuffs for being poor and yelling. I walked in smiling and this man was in the park echoing his words… Continue reading Looking Glass #5
Now. Selection from upcoming poetry and prose collection.
(This is the only one I'm posting, I'll let you know when the book is done) Now Taken from an upcoming collection called, Sleep Walking Under The Moon Soul of Lake Michigan Always. These words are what binds us, ghosts, forever, links us, drops us, rains us, along dimensions of concepts without names, for those… Continue reading Now. Selection from upcoming poetry and prose collection.
, Looking Glass #4
(6 more pictures after words) When you can't sleep you dream and get your rest with your eyes open. You read about huck finn and talk in circles about the upcoming revolution that you'll not be in charge of, nor want to even consider taking up arms in. When you can't sleep you qualify your… Continue reading , Looking Glass #4
Doris Lessing
"A writer falls in love with an idea and gets carried away. A critic looks at the finished product and ignores the rush of a river that went into the writing, which has nothing to do with the kind of temperate thoughts you have about it. If you can imagine the sheer bloody pleasure of… Continue reading Doris Lessing
Adventures In American Writing 