I have only four poems that survived from that time⸺they had been used as bookmarks!
How Fact and Fiction Belong Together
Like anyone who spends his days working as a journalist and his nights as a fiction writer, I sometimes wonder which of these diametrically opposed professions, if either, I’m better suited for. More often, though, I wonder whether it’s possible to be one without being the other.
This Heaven and Hell We Create
...I’m pretty sure what I’m seeing and maybe hearing isn’t exactly reality and is a construct of my own mind, I do know I need to take it seriously, just like the danger presented by a train barreling down the track at me or a poison symbol on a bottle’s label.
Read. Dream. Write. Repeat.
And the obsession just grew. So did the writing. Imitative until I found a voice. Just try and stop me.
Wink
“Connie, what are you most excited for today?” she asked.
Connie turned to both me and the man on the other side of me and smiled sweetly. She then looked back at the judges. “To beat the pants off of these two,” she answered matter-of-factly.
Musings on Growing and Baking
I was devoid of story ideas, so I turned to my then-eight-year-old daughter on our short car ride from her school to our house in the fall of 2019, back when we would do such things.