I have spent my life in the company of those who like to talk about words. Their power (so they say) mightier than the sword.
But words are just one language, and — hear me — there are others. Ones I am just now beginning to learn…
notes from a creative life …
I have spent my life in the company of those who like to talk about words. Their power (so they say) mightier than the sword.
But words are just one language, and — hear me — there are others. Ones I am just now beginning to learn…
Last week, quietly and without much fanfare, alpha // whiskey // foxtrot surpassed a milestone that still blows my mind a little bit: by my latest check, I’ve got 1,066 followers and counting. I’ll be honest: this is both wonderful and a little unsettling. Most days, I envision myself writing to about as many friends as I […]
to make you stay…? Please —I’ll just bed down herein your gold light,your green shade,and press my face against the wild thingsyou’ve grown–grass-blade,fern-frond,moss-wetstone. Let me fallface-firstinto your blue pool,wrap myselfin the net of sunthat shivers and swaysat river bottom. Let me stealthe kayakand slide outto deep water–water flat as glass, so thatthe sunsetcatches firein the river — and I am […]
I’ve built my life around words: planted them like seed, panned for them like gold. I’ve gone out into green valleys and collected words like rainwater, storing them up for seasons of drought. This is what my kind of people do. But. There are days when words feel too small for me — a poor, […]