I do this once in a while, as I have a small audience of peers, and I do so without permission, and will happily remove content if asked. I Listen to Writers Almanac everyday and sometimes a poem just makes me smile in reflection. Especially the middle section of this particular one. Lasting by W.D. Snodgrass "Fish oils,"… Continue reading Lasting, W. D. Snodgrass
Tag: poetry
Nobody ever tells you how it should go…
A paragraph dictated directly from the chaos of my own thoughts: Regret, this is an aspect of art. Something that makes you human. The act of Burning Bridges is (a) sadly absurd but important sword to wield this day and age, and I'm sorry, but it's true: With their pop psychology and passe' metaphysics, burn the posers… Continue reading Nobody ever tells you how it should go…
Documentation
Just trying to live. Learning how to do everything again and again, and again. Seriously, people don't get how much that I quote on quote, "work". For me I would love to just write and write and never finish anything. Like right now, to the left of my desk is my typewriter, and on the sheet of… Continue reading Documentation
Random Rules, For Writing, 1
Basic rules for writing # 1(always for the subject) Sitting around waiting for a classical and inspirational disc to burn. Wasting moments looking out there, into space. Once a day I will share some rules for becoming a writer, a man, a citizen, a human, and I've grown on this path alone; being human is… Continue reading Random Rules, For Writing, 1
Indian Summer in Michigan
Wind blows from the south and the north, the fall flower stands still. Semi trucks over saw dust up broken fire escapes, black cats behind the city. The power lines are always forgotten. Windmill hammered down and put together, when up they spin, when up they look like robots. Bright lights pass down the road behind you, the… Continue reading Indian Summer in Michigan
Adventures In American Writing 