The Wabi-Sabi Writer

It is that time of year.  Short days nestled in tight darkness that sparkles with holiday lights and the reflections on the wet pavement.  Everyone rushing around like Santa's Elves to the next cheerful obligation or ugly sweater situation.  I find myself lost in the crowds, lost in thought and lost in the melancholy I have grown to expect this time of year.  Yet I have not taken poetic refuge to stave off...

I am participating the final Night of Writing Dangerously event on November 18th.  This epic evening of revelry and words is to raise money for the creative writing programs in schools and communities around the world (through the National Novel Writing non profit organization).  Any assistance you can give will help kids and adults get the encouragement, structure and inspiration needed...

The quest to write a novel... 50,000 or more words... in one month. NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) - something I stumbled across some five years ago while attending a coaching certification program, has become an end of the year tradition.  One where I spend more time with words, with characters and the trouble they get into, than the people I interact with in my daily life.   It is an all consuming test of...

This poetry project started with the usual intents and purposes; to set free the Muze in the company of fellow travellers who would share the moments, the visuals, and the feelings of a trip down inspiration road.  I aspired towards the Trifecta - the writing goal of completing two poetry months and ultimately the novel writing month in November.   And to be honest, I thought it would be easy.  I thought I would just flow...

Circle me curl around my curves surround  my length with yours our bodies an endless nest of safety OctPoWriMo 2018  Day 31 Inspired by the prompt "endless...

Full Moon song sung one summer night slow low and deep red on the horizon of my angst a total eclipse of the heart words whispered in the backseat  of your mother's car as we made our way  home from  Hampton to lives we were not  allowed to live the only one who ever asked me Full moon dance soft  prance out from the dark into  my  heart my Eclypse my love we walked this world from coast to forrest to...

the gambler's daughter asleep and auspicious  on arrival at the angel hour 11:11 tiny pink fingers  reaching and clasping the point offered a precious parasol of safety and warmth 21 the length of her stretching out  of the samsara sea towards the sky cradled in cracked treasure vase  arms her soft body stiffens then yields  under the  weight of the world 7.7 the...

A long penniless weekend overdrawn and overcharged so the time will be spent carefully on care filling things I watch the day spread a buffet of sights at my kitchen window cool grey with only the slightest hint of blue sky the first church chimes nine the wind wiggles tree tops and makes its way in around  the wooden sill a decade has passed the same street the bridge the bay and all...

As children we ask the most important of questions why this why that and  why not echo through  the hallways lined with framed photos and crackling sun But the most pertinent powerful and profound What is your favorite color? is THE one to be answered. I asked this every other weekend or so on our visits Gram would proudly say the color of my magnolia tree the backdrop for all the summer...

Five pages to freedom the traveler tired and worn carries on to the  end a notebook lost left behind at the cafe carefully turned in like an infant at the firestation safe harbor no questions (or peeking) asked Forced observations jotted down with a borrowed bic pen whet the muze's thighs with word  longing it is too busy to be social and I have tipped too little to linger ah Muze  you...

I spy a tiny space to take to fill if I  am careful and remember all the right angles all the turns of the wheel to nudge to  edge in and out of this life without leaving a single scratch OctPoWriMo 2018  Day 25 Inspired by the prompt "back and fort...

Watching the sun rise over the city I come back to this place when I am eager  to be back on the path and also when I am completely lost afraid of what lurks behind the blinds I see through the sliver of an opening the skies lighten to cornflower and cream my words are loose skin on the back of arms that know no family only the random baggage carried through a half century experiences gathered  in...

I hesitated for a moment then accepted the invitation.  An invitation to grow a friendship, a connection,  a relationship with someone with like-interests.  Those succulent, enveloping, delicious and rich interests that somehow both crack you wide open,  suck out your own unctuous juices and yet cup and cradle all your tender fragile precious parts like a fabergé egg.   I reveled in the wonderful possibility,...

Skin to skin slithering around the floor like snakes tangled and twisting biceps and thighs pulsing  pressing promising more than this neon night can offer So we stumble out of Badlands into the Midnight Sun a bit beyond bloom our edges  have grown coarse and moulded this truth is one better  washed down with PrEP and Clicquot So have one more stiff one try your luck at the sidewalk sale  before last call at the Glass...

always running moving my body forward through times  around Dunn's through the wooded trail by the twin trees that knew my all the secrets Billie held my hand as we made our way around my eyes closed too innocent  to know a simple kiss would be all that was needed to take that away Yelling Run! to  the one I tried to protect from the trailerpark cruelty the cords wrapped tight around my wrists Running down  steep stone stairs towards  any open  door to  hide from fists I...