My words are purple and my brain is growing green tell them about all those you found This is the time to be outta your mind. I have never been so sure of anything, she said. Or have I? I’m not sure When my kids were little, their art was everywhere. Finger...
I took this photo on a trip to New York City last year as I walked towards Times Square. To be honest I’m still not sure why I’m drawn to this photo. Yet I am. There’s nothing going on and whole lot going on at the same time. Maybe it’s the lines of the buildings....
First, I should probably tell you that it’s been one of those years, a year in which you can’t believe a year has passed. And time did not fly because you had fun, instead the days were built of doing what must be done to get by and get through. These years have...
One of the best things I could have done for my writing was to take a painting class. Though it uses the same skills that I use as a writer, I’m less obsessed with the outcome. I’m more aware of thoughts that encumber my progress. I notice areas of resistance and...
The Council for the Arts in my hometown of Jacksonville, North Carolina is the place where I want to be, especially on a Sunday afternoon four times a year. That’s the time when poets congregate to share their works at an Open Mike Reading. When...