So apparently the way Word Raccoon now alerts me that she’s finished writing poetry for the day is by insisting… Read more Collaborating with a Ghost

Given the choice between decluttering and writing a novel, apparently Word Raccoon, my little writing friend on my shoulder, prefers… Read more Word Raccoon Refuses to Declutter Unless Stanley Tucci Is Narrating

The raccoon has been pretty quiet today. WR asked for oatmeal for breakfast, and was so happy with it (she… Read more Just a Couple of Punk Poems

No one anywhere asked for another poem about flowers. But today I fell into an Emily Dickinson vein and, unfortunately,… Read more No One Asked for More Flower Poems, But Have They Seen Dickinson’s Herbarium? 

Today I wrote ten poems before lunch. I know this because they are sitting here looking at me, like they… Read more Poetry Before Lunch

The calendar came in hot this past week. Monday wanted a fresh start.Tuesday brought a clipboard.Wednesday had opinions. Word Raccoon… Read more Word Raccoon Takes the Calendar Outside 

Okay, so the sun played hide and seek Tuesday, but the air was warmer, which is why Word Raccoon begged… Read more Limburger in Limboland  

Now Playing: Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings by Father John Misty  Word Raccoon asks permission to write at a local café… Read more No One’s Gotta Help Me Dig

I think I lost myself in The Dictionary of Lost Words by Pip Williams as I read that enthralling novel.… Read more Trucks Are the Flannel of Vehicles: A January Dispatch from the Dictionary of Word Raccoon

From almost the moment she woke this morning, Word Raccoon’s been flirting with poetry calls. I gave her a few… Read more Word Raccoon Has Entered the Chat (With Imaginary Earrings)