One Thousand Words or So

Old Questions

When I awake in the morning, my first thought is almost always, “What day is this?” Once I’ve applied a “Friday” or a “Monday” or a “Sunday” or whatever is appropriate to the upcoming hours, I ask myself if anything is scheduled. Homeschool lessons Monday through Friday and 4pm Mass on Saturdays are expected and… Read More Old Questions

Talking to Myself

Side Effects

“You Can’t Take This Away”is the title of the poem I shared in my last post, but I think the statement might have something to do with why we create art. Even when the words are written on a napkin that gets thrown away, when the drawing gets covered with paint, when the photo never… Read More Side Effects

Hints about Who I Am

Word Association

•••Each day is new, with no mistakes in it. Take a picture.••• Images. Words. Images. Words. They both play major roles in my life, but that doesn’t mean they should always be combined. Of course, I write this after my last post, in which I declared that it was time to start adding some images… Read More Word Association

Talking to Myself


•••Each day is new, with no mistakes in it. Take a picture.••• I just realized that my poetry breakthrough came about when I internalized the notion that verse employs metaphor to sketch outlines of an idea, using as few words as are necessary. Prose, on the other hand, fleshes things out, using as many words… Read More Outlines

Talking to Myself

What’s the Rush?

•••Each day is new, with no mistakes in it. Take a picture.••• I picked up The War of Art again. On page 7, Pressfield writes: Resistance cannot be seen, touched, heard, or smelled. But it can be felt. We experience it as an energy field radiating from a work-in-potential. It’s a repelling force. It’s negative.… Read More What’s the Rush?