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Muses, Musettes, and Wily Word Raccoons

Some mornings, the Muse wakes you up before you’re ready. Sometimes it’s not the capital-M Muse, the one who brings poems and revelations, but a smaller muse. An impulse. A nudge. Or a spark. I call those sparks musettes. They’re little sensory moments that might lead to writing, or might just make the day shimmer.Continue reading “Muses, Musettes, and Wily Word Raccoons”

Streaks on the Window, Poems on the Floor

Now Playing: The Game, Queen. The whole thing.(Not playing games. Just the album.) Tonight I was going to rest.I already had a blog post lined up for tomorrow: neat, tidy, ready.You’ll see that one tomorrow, because it’s already scheduled. But something happened tonight. I sat at my computer, feeling aimless, and next thing I knew,Continue reading “Streaks on the Window, Poems on the Floor”

Word Raccoon Brings Lisianthus to the Poetry Deadline. Also…

Now Playing: And So It Goes by Billy Joel. The album. Today I have flowers from a teen in a bonnet on the table, a poetry collection deadline breathing down my neck, and spoiler alert, I just ran up the stairs like it is 2017. This is the album that goes with the doc, sweeties,Continue reading “Word Raccoon Brings Lisianthus to the Poetry Deadline. Also…”

Notes from the Gravel Pit

Now Playing: “Born to Run”  I am listening to Bruce Springsteen. I never listen to Bruce Springsteen. Nothing against his music, I just never have other than hearing him on the radio.  But when your heart is full of gravel and grief, when you hear someone whose voice is full of it, you think, YouContinue reading “Notes from the Gravel Pit”

The Week I Get My Sh*t Together (Maybe. Definitely Not. Who knows?)

UPDATE: (WHICH HAPPENED EVEN BEFORE I POSTED THIS, BUT I LIKED THAT PART OF THE POST SO I LEFT IT: WHEN DH HEARD I WANTED RID OF THE BOXES OF MADNESS, HE GOT OUT HIS HANDTRUCK AND PUT IT ALL IN HIS VAN TO DONATE TO THE GOODWILL TOMORROW ON HIS WAY HOME FROM WORK!Continue reading “The Week I Get My Sh*t Together (Maybe. Definitely Not. Who knows?)”

Word Raccoon Shops for a Car, Would Rather Eat a Flip Flop

Before I get into WR’s breakfast preferences, I’m trying something new. Apparently audio poetry is what the kids are doing these days, and I wanted to give it a go.  Anyway, I hope you enjoy my reading of a poem I previously posted here, “All In.” I was battling the heat, birds, a determined bee,Continue reading “Word Raccoon Shops for a Car, Would Rather Eat a Flip Flop”

Rick Neumayer’s Three Foggy Mornings

Rick Neumayer is no stranger to these pages. Faithful readers may remember that we met in an intense novel-writing workshop in Ireland. Five of us and a mentor, immersed in a couple of weeks of reading, critiquing, and talking writing in both Dublin at Trinity College and then onto tiny Oranmore for the remainder ofContinue reading “Rick Neumayer’s Three Foggy Mornings”

Five Poems, One Moon, and a Word Raccoon: Holiday Morning on the Porch

Pictured: The Moon, According to Me Last Night. The holiday morning started with poetry. I was on the porch early, before the neighbors were up. I had promised myself just the five poems I mentioned in my previous blog. That was IT, no more. POEM ONE I started in. The first one, Why Scrambled Eggs,Continue reading “Five Poems, One Moon, and a Word Raccoon: Holiday Morning on the Porch”

Writing While Elsewhere

From Snorton’s Anthology of Dislocated Literary Composition (Abridged)Chronology of Writing While Elsewhere: An Addendum I’ve been re-reading The Portrait of a Lady, or attempting to, but I keep getting looped back into James’s utterly unhinged and relatable author’s preface. It’s a mini master class in both writing in general and on the importance of physicalContinue reading “Writing While Elsewhere”