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Fall Down Seven, Stand Up Eight!

 

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Eastern tiger swallowtail on Lobelia (image by author)

 

Writing is like lying down in the road and asking people to stop and look at you, and today, I got run over.”

This line, spoken by the young Lawrence Durrell, is from the PBS production of “The Durrells In Corfu”. Lawrence has just hosted a public reading to celebrate an early piece of his writing and no one, other than a confused and elderly man unknown to him and a small cadre of close family, attends.

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Melancholy & Writing

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Lake Michigan shore in January (Photo by author)

 

I am listening to Willie Nelson and enjoying him a good deal. Willie’s unmistakable voice–warm and full of feeling yet rational and sure–is calm and energizing.

Calm and energy are two qualities I am in need of this winter. I am depressed. Or so I think.

Oddly, I don’t think I’ve ever been depressed before. At least not like this.

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Maples

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I’m happy to announce that my poem “Maples” appears in the April 2017 issue of the journal Front Porch Review!

Front Porch Review published another poem of mine, “Dance Past It”, in its January 2017 issue. It’s been fun and flattering to have my poetry appear in a publication that I enjoy a good deal, in particular its selection of poetry.

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Dance Past It

Very pleased that my poetry–“Dance Past It”–appeared in the January issue of Front Porch Review.

And, further pleased that my poem “Maples” will appear in the April, 2017 issue of Front Porch Review!

Front Porch Review (http://frontporchrvw.com) is a nicely done and thoughtful online journal of skillful, smart, and striking short fiction, poetry, and essay.

Do take a look!

Dance Past It

The voice ‒ from breakfast ‒ eludes me now.
I toyed with it,
ignored its clamor
ran away.

That voice ‒ so loud ‒ is silent now.
It doesn’t pursue,
it does not wait.
It’s vanished ‒ like frost peeling from my roof in morning sun.

Moment by moment,
rain drips off the holly’s black branch,
slides into the cold earth,
and I, silly in the winter light ‒ dance past it.

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Write Every Day–Really?

“Replenish the well…” (Image by author)

There are many rules promulgated for writers, in articles on developing one’s writing, in books on writing, and in writing classes and workshops.  One of the most repeated is the idea that in order to make progress on a piece of writing, one must “write every day”.  Some go so far as to recommend a minimum number of words to produce daily, and then go on to cite the number of words that this or that famous writer demanded of himself (interesting, one doesn’t hear about many women writers demanding minimum daily word counts).

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