Category Word and Images

Fragments Side-Car: SubStack Now Live!

I’m trying to reduce the friction for peripheral writing while attempting to focus on the main train–the completion of additions and editing for Book #3, now in active revision towards publication–in a year, maybe. So if you subscribe to Fragments…

A Pocket Full of Seeds…

…is not a garden. And maybe 75 stories, essays and sylvan ramblings does not make a book. That is the judgment, I think, in the minds and profit-making needs of perhaps most publishers of books. They are used to (and…

Status: UNK

That’s not exactly right. FUTURE status UNK, but when is that not the case? Just sometimes more UNK than others. And we are in one of those times, I suppose, on Goose Creek and on Planet Earth. Where do we…

Blogging: Of Language and Light

You’ve known people, surely, that if they had to keep their hands in their pockets, they couldn’t tell a story. I’ve just realized that part the reason for the dearth of blog posts over the past year is because I’ve…

Finding One’s Place

The title is the name of the first section of what I once imagined–and still sometimes am certain–will be a book whose title will be “One Place Understood.” The first chapter is Finding Floyd. When I wrote this in early…

The Act of Creation

“It was during the Renaissance that creativity was first seen, not as a conduit for the divine, but from the abilities of “great men.” –wikipedia So I was riffing on this notion that creativity was not even a word until…

WordCrafters: Two Dozen Under One Roof

The Radford Library dispel the notion that books and reading are so yesterday.  You can help in this mission. You must! Plan to come for the authors who have given their day to this opportunity to speak with each of…

Textures

We have out of town company. We have grass growing. We have a dessicated garden dependent on arms and legs for its liquid needs. We have a long shopping list for Blacksburg today. So all those exuses taken together, I’m not getting anywhere…

Lunacy and Light

 An approaching cold front yesterday brought clearing skies and strong winds that pushed tattered clouds before the leading edge of it. The thermometer dropped back into all to familiar territory.  Again. For six more weeks, the groundhog says. I suppose…

Lost in the Translation

Well heck. It looked so nice on my Mac. I wanted an easy, small-file-size “display” of my upcoming presentations that will require more of the eyes than of the ears. But the Keynote to Power Point conversion left the text…

Apparitions

At six this morning, I am deep in the last-minute re-thinking of what I might say to a sizable audience of mixed-age authors and their families and friends on Friday in Wytheville. I have not been able to get comfortable…