the lengthening days
The cold night presses into the window.
making monsters
Today I feel like a monster, hideous and full of rage!!!
the trees in December
I see now that I will never recover.
practice and effort
I am so thirsty, and I wish I knew how to draw.
there is no other world
I keep my old blog posts in an archive, in which I found this post from September 11, 2011. I
where we live
For years I’ve encouraged my writing students not to be afraid to use proper nouns in their work: the
making myself into the person who is capable
I first drafted these words last night, at the end of a frustrating work day—yet another day on which
i would prefer not to
Last year was the first in a decade that I did not go to see the Bluebell Wood in bloom
to be a restless searcher
My Writers Studio colleague Lisa Bellamy often describes the “healthy jealousy” that arises when a writer encounters work that excites
on picking and choosing
Maxwell’s Demon, a being postulated by the physicist James Clerk Maxwell in his 1871 book Theory of Heat, plays