Writing Prompt: Anybody who knows anything of history knows that great social changes are impossible without feminine upheaval. Social progress can be measured exactly by the social position of the fair sex, the ugly ones included. - Karl Marx Incidentally, Karl Marx and I share a birthday, May 5, born 159 years apart. (Timed 20 … Continue reading How To Orchestrate A Feminine Upheaval?
I have a writer's callous. Very few people in the 21st century maintain a writer's callous, the telltale indentation on your dominant hand where you normally rest a pen. Composition after composition, frustrated hand and head viciously working together against time, all the answers having to come out of your tired phalanges. And yet, even … Continue reading The Freedom to Write
The distinct smell of National Novel Writing Month is in the air, wafting curls of pumpkin spice-flavored coffee, donuts, and fear dancing in the four winds. All of November, local coffee shops morph into coliseums, where literary warriors compete against the clock and indirectly with each other. It is a feat of near mythical challenge: … Continue reading FOMO on NaNo
What an accomplishment! Three miles on the treadmill and a half mile in the pool! I bike eight miles to Five Guys for my double cheeseburger reward. The mass of moo-ey goodness is sweating liquid fat and spices, cheese, dripping off the sides with a come-hither shine, the grilled 'shrooms and onions resting like Tiffany … Continue reading Timed Writing Prompt: “There’s A Shirtlessness To This Guy…”
What up homie! Long time no speak. I know, I know, but the Internet works both ways! Me? Oh, been up to all kinds of things. See that picture? Those glasses are not ironic; I really can't see! But man, are they clearer than my last pair. Good timing that my Michael Kors-wrapped Coke bottles … Continue reading Time To Switch Gears
Sitting with the late, great Doc Watson in Boone, North Carolina
First poem of 2015: Today is my last day of vacay. I have no plans. I really have no goals to achieve in the immediate future. My calendar shows a series of blank fields. Unprecedented! Here's the thing: every year of my adult life I've needed a focal point. By 1 December, I would have … Continue reading Plans… What Plans…?