Ambiguities

“I wrote a poem on the mist / And a woman asked me what I meant by it.” A few days ago we awakened to a lovely fog, leaving only outlines of trees for us to see, along with the assurance that the sun was shining above the clouds. Daylight, shrouded in mystery and silence. … Continue reading →

Sometimes, I Just Need a Character that I Can Love to Hate

I was just looking up the meaning of a word to be sure I had it right. Dictionary moments. So good. I’m not the only one, am I? I love words. Love looking them up. Love leafing through the pages of dictionaries. Today’s beauty: Visceral. Now, in my head, the word means ‘from the gut’ … Continue reading →

The Consequence of Writing

Today I face a rather inconvenient, though merely personal, truth. The muscle mass in both my thumbs has degenerated significantly. My hands have been hurting for awhile now, but  with one thing and another… So the doc says I have a carpel tunnel problem. And he asks what I’ve been doing to myself. I tell … Continue reading →

Tired from Overuse

Words inspire me. I am endlessly fascinated by the power of words, and at the same time frustrated by our too frequent mis-treatment of the delicate and dangerous tool called language. Today, though, I am simply tired of hearing (and reading!) the same old tired words, nearly dead from overuse. Take ‘passion’ for instance. Nearly … Continue reading →