If you ignore the world...
On relations, the art of paying attention, and reading world literature
What I Care About on Litbreak
Caring about something...not caring about everything...because there has to be a limit...or I'd go crazy. So on this site, I care about the ability to write. But stop to consider - what a great and rare thing that ability is.
Retracing Old Lines; Backyard Deer; Resting Place
I added to memories held in the curl of these ancient, dusty, blue mountains Perhaps, I added new life to parts of myself The heat is sweltering There's just enough breeze running in the canyon to flutter cottonwood leaves I put my flip flops on and I'm off, with the wind
How I Write
I felt there was a poem inside me that needed to come out, and I sat down with pencil and paper and wrote it down. When I read the poem back to myself, I cried for the first time, a good bit actually. The poem was the key I needed for tapping into the feelings that had been hanging out under the surface, just out of reach.
the best way…
...to appreciate poetry or stories.
Honest Living
I pushed the housekeeping cart into the middle hallway and braced myself for the day. I’d been a technical writer not long before; this job hadn’t been part of the plan.