Famished, or: Frozen

My 1st novelinee My parched throat stings; and when I try to form, Nought comes forth but heaving; this painful rasp. Metaphor locusts consume in their swarm... Depleted... whence... that... dry, terrible gasp? In this verse desert, there are not enough * I'm searching but cannot find quite the right * Damn... did it ring… Continue reading Famished, or: Frozen

Solitude, or: Loneliness

An abhanga EPIGRAPH: Our language has wisely sensed the two sides of being alone. It has created the word loneliness to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word solitude to express the glory of being alone.-Paul Tillich (1886 – 1965) Solitude, glorious? That's weak consolation in dark isolation, dying, diseased. Solitude,… Continue reading Solitude, or: Loneliness

Tell me, or: Take me

An abhanga EPIGRAPH: The most powerful words in English are 'Tell me a story,' words that are intimately related to the complexity of history, the origins of language, the continuity of the species, the taproot of our humanity, our singularity, and art itself. -Pat Conroy (1945 – 2016) Please ~ tell me your story of… Continue reading Tell me, or: Take me

It’s very hard to find your own words…

Among my most prized possessions are words that I have never spoken.-Orson Scott Card (b. 1951) Words, once they are printed, have a life of their own.-Carol Burnett (b. 1933) One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter.-James Earl Jones (b. 1931) It does not require… Continue reading It’s very hard to find your own words…