Category Archives: Writing

Yesterday morning, Word Raccoon insisted on wearing a dress. I reminded her that we’re currently on foot. The totaled vehicle has not been replaced yet, though the search has begun. Ugh.  She gave me that look. You know the one. The “I’m made of poetry and rebellion” one. She said she didn’t care. Fine, IContinue reading “Say Yes to the Sun Dress!”

 Now Playing: “Hey There Delilah,”  Plain White T’s Besides Word Raccoon, I had another co-writer yesterday for a bit. A 7-year-old girl whose mother owns the store next to the coffeehouse asked me what I was doing. “I’m writing,” I said, but I had switched to the home page when she glanced at my computerContinue reading “A Sight for Sore Skies (Image Provided Upon Request??)”

Now Playing: “The Sound of Settling” by Death Cab for Cutie First of all, feel free to groan aloud at this post’s title. Now: guess what? My poem “On Reading Crush” will be published in the September/October issue of Cathexis Northwest Press! Over the weekend, I had two journals accept my work, with a totalContinue reading “Big News: “Crushing” It”

Now Playing: “Die With a Smile”: Lady Gaga and Bruno Mars I picked up the frog today.Yes, that frog. My ceramic prince. My chalky, paint-chipped protector with my childhood scribbles hidden on his underbelly like a secret survival spell. The one I wrote about last week (that post lives here) and today, he lives withContinue reading “Feeling Froggy: Authorial Intent Edition”

I’m Out Here Testing the Maxim  Now Playing: God’s Favorite Customer: FJM I broke out the Freewrite tonight. Seemed just right for writing poetry at the cafe, even if my name isn’t Chad and I don’t smoke cigars.  Word Raccoon was just messing around, socializing, but when I opened the Freewrite, her eyes got huge.Continue reading “I’m Out Here Testing the Maxim “

Word Raccoon is not a coy creature, so she nudged me to share this:I might have good news. Today, I had my fingers x-rayed. Two on my dominant hand (I’m a Southpaw) have been swollen for what feels like forever. I’m still using the hell out of them: typing, cooking, writing, you know, living, butContinue reading “Word Raccoon Will (Possibly) Wear Rings Again (Someday Soon) and the Butterfly Lives!”

🎵 Now Playing: “Slow Burn” by Kacey Musgraves “I’m alright with a slow burn…”(So is cube steak, if you treat it right.) Word Raccoon has a new device she LOVES: a solar-powered charger! It’s barely bigger than my phone, and now when I’m writing outdoors, I don’t have to worry about running out of juiceContinue reading “Word Raccoon Versus the Mystery Meat”

Word Raccoon got too much sun yesterday.She knows better, but she forgot—so now she’s pink.Not blush-pink. Not beach-glow pink.More like regret-meets-crustacean. But she also submitted poetry, processed another rejection like she was made for it, and even arrived at the gym all in the same day. (Accepting rejection is part of the writing gig, loveys.Continue reading “Word Raccoon Listens to The Swell Season’s New Album, Forward”

CW: Word Raccoon wrote some angsty, irreverent song lyrics below. I’m just in charge of her care and feeding, not her writing. Proceed with care. Saturday night, I, the responsible adult part of this writing operation, went to bed.Word Raccoon did not.She stayed up writing poetry. Unsupervised. Again. I thought she was doing research. Ha!Continue reading “WR Wrote Poetry Unsupervised Saturday Night”

NOW PLAYING: “Strange Mercy” by St. Vincent I tried to read The Safekeep by Yael van der Wouden before the Book Review podcast aired their episode on it. (I don’t even have to mention the layered title, do I? Dear Reader, keep it in mind as you read. It’s perfect.) Then I tried to readContinue reading “Strange Mercy in The Safekeep”