Every Monday night at 11:00 I float home on the interstate. Thinking of you and how the hell will I describe the way I am changing and getting better? I’m riding this big, rusty rocket through outer space. I’m not safely inside, I’m mounted smack on the rocket’s nose. The stars are exploding around me. … Continue reading
God I love Bukowski. I would never take relationship advice from the guy, nor would I want to date him–I would have when I was more self destructive, though. He would have gotten a nice handful of my booty. But I love his raw, gruff writing. My friend Aasta (rhymes with pasta) posted this quote to her … Continue reading
It’s Wednesday which means Poetry Club at good ol’ Jessica Slavin’s blog. Her poem today is Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost: Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn … Continue reading
The Journey. This poems gives me goosebumps and reminds me to keep working. Continue reading
A poem about writing.. Wonderful things are happening over at http://jessicaslavin.wordpress.com Tonight Jessica shared a great poem by Charles Bukowski called “So You Want to Be a Writer,” or as I like to think of it, “So You Think You Can Write.” If you join her Poetry Salon on Facebook you can chat with us about it. … Continue reading
Contrary Mom 