Re-posted from the Writers Almanac. A source everybody should listen to and read again on a regular basis. This poem is simply beautiful The Escaped Gorilla by, David Wagoner When he walked out in the park that early evening just before closing time, he didn't take the nearest blonde in one arm and climb a… Continue reading The Escaped Gorilla, by David Wagoner
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Jack Kerouac,The Last Hotel and October in the Railroad Earth
PDF File of full text of October in the Railroad Earth after Videos. KerouacRailroadEarth
Quick Press #3: Why, What, Why, What, Is, To Be, A, Writer?
Discipline. Spontaneous. Discipline. Talker. Listener. Drunk. Sober. Laughter. Chaos. Free. Historian. Discipline. Sinner. Follower. Wanderer. Discipline. The Rebel. Lover. Saint. A forgiving exile. The net that catches the butterfly of life. Discipline. The Writer. Always. Always, Human. “Writing, like life itself, is a voyage of discovery...The writer lives between the upper and lower worlds: he takes the path in order… Continue reading Quick Press #3: Why, What, Why, What, Is, To Be, A, Writer?
Walking in Sleep
The Summer: Doors creak as rug hangs alone on drying string up hill, of Creek. The Wind chimes tangled within willow strings, tap; shelter for bucket under tree holds tad poles and marbles and skipping dreams from dead leafs that fall and brighten piles of seashells made out of, concrete. The Summer: Discarded silverware never… Continue reading Walking in Sleep
No, Not Really. (enjoy the fall)
I'm thirty one years old. Yeah. OK. The year is 2012. Yeah, and.. I'm Taking the time right now just to update myself (and readers ha!) on what I'm doing as far as writing right now. It is September 19th 2012, that's about one of the few things I think that I know for sure. Ha. No.… Continue reading No, Not Really. (enjoy the fall)
Adventures In American Writing 