Category The Writing Life

Flowing, Together

I’ve always liked the word “confluence” for the fact that, if I could see  and hear through the wall in front of me, I’d experience the joining music and rush of Goose Creek where it merges with Nameless Creek. Both…

And I Live to Tell

Against the same smudged window out of which the Gollum gazed, a pedestaled two-dimensional mummified cat cast a terrible silhouette against the gray sky beyond.Was this a totem to ward off cat-kind, or a monument to celebrate them–in a most…

Strangeness on the Moors

I don’t know what I intended from my walk up the steep ridge behind the house. It was so foggy when I set out that I almost turned around right away for fear of quickly becoming lost. But something drew…

Gone With the Wind: Abandoned Lands

Steel Totem McDonalds tribal marker

For two decades far back in the last millennium, climate chaos resulted in increasingly violent and increasingly wide tornados. The scale that had once measured storm intensity had to be revised by an order of magnitude in order to measure…

Images Video from What We Hold

Not all these images made the final cut, but fifty did–as black and white illustrations that support the narrative from or about the picture. I think (and readers have told me) that having the pictures is a good thing. You…

Author’s Note Slow Road Home

You will find a few moments of pleasant reading in this book, I trust. More than this, it is my hope that as you look out at my world through my eyes, you will come to know the “Ah, Aha,…

Coercing Creativity

The Muse responds poorly to pressure. In fact, She cannot be conjured, cajoled or bribed. But it is possible to create the kind of accommodations that increase the likelihood that cerebral light bulbs will flash and pop, and an idea…

On Long Form Writing

[In obvious conflict with the last post on keeping written thoughts in staccato mode.] First, long is relative. But as we’ve had occasion to note here recently, it is getting shorter all the time. TL; DR. And I’ve been aware…

To Us a Child is Born

From Slow Road Home, a memory shared… “The Herdmans were absolutely the worst kids in the history of the world. They lied and stole and smoked cigars and used the Lord’s name in vain. They hit little kids and cussed…