I've started writing fiction again. It feels exciting, hopeful, and powerful. I guess there's nothing else I want to do more in this life than write stories. Elsewhere previously, I've described the change in conditions that seem to have made this possible, so I won't go into them here ( Read more... )

While doing my "daily writing" action (15 minutes, stream of consciousness) I reflected on how intense daydreams have begun invading my mindfulness meditations (another daily action). In mindfulness training, daydreams are treated as a distractions, so I must repeatedly return to the clear and simple focus of meditation. Ironically, I'm currently ( Read more... )

It's time I gave some thought to how I'll shape 2016 for myself ( Read more... )

Mystic

The ideas

ineffable
tap into

lives
moments
sometimes cherry pie

remember detailed
the grand façade
is ephemeral

One moment

one manifestation

direct

the most ethereal
moves

I dream things

~

Today's prompt from NaPoWriMo was to write an erasure poem, created by blocking out words ( Read more... )

That quote from Shakespeare comes to mind, and I have to go look it up. Hamlet said it after seeing his father's ghost ( Read more... )

I fell off the poetry writing wagon this month because I have been working on fiction. A lot. I pulled out a short story written many years ago, revised it and submitted to a local contest, my first such submission ever. But mostly I have been working on Pilgrim's Cross, the working title for a novel, which, as some friends know, has consumed a lot ( Read more... )

April is National Poetry Month. I plan to write a poem every day again, like in February.

April Fool's Day means I have to write one extra poem sometime this month.

I'll post them here, friends only.

This may or may not surprise people who have known me well, but I was recently diagnosed with Attention Deficit Disorder, the inattentive rather than hyperactive mode. I have recognized problems going back to grade school ( Read more... )

I've really enjoyed writing a poem a day in February and I'm tempted to continue for another two months, since April is National Poetry Month in Canada and the U.S. The only downside is that I have hardly found any time to write fiction, which was going madly beautiful in January. I'm not sure what I will do. For that matter, if I had to choose one ( Read more... )

A friend of mine reflected that he is no longer technically atheist. He is also a poet. This is interesting, and provoked a comment which I record here.

I had a similar epiphany a few years ago when I realized I had become an atheist. My reaction was similar to yours: "This is interesting and unexpected." It was a mystical experience. But I was a ( Read more... )