Poor old lady she swallowed a hat to catch the word, she swallowed the word to catch the wider, she swallowed the wider to catch the why…I don’t know why she swallowed the why, poor old lady I think she’ll die
Poor old lady she swallowed a hat to catch the word, she swallowed the word to catch the wider, she swallowed the wider to catch the why…I don’t know why she swallowed the why, poor old lady I think she’ll die
Writer
And as it turns out, I do not take the trips. The trips take me.
Essays on Creative Nonfiction
Thoughts on art, creativity, and the writing life.
Just like the horse whisperer - but with more pages
We live to write and write to live ... professional writers talk about the craft and business of writing
everyday etymology
Poems, essays, and lost trains of thought
Crashing into ink-stained purgatory since 2012.
I like birds
"In which an attempt at poetic propensity is undertaken"
New Voices in Fiction, Nonfiction, Plays & Poetry
and other things that slip from grasp
Travel writing and long form non-fiction narrative from the road
Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity - Simone Weil
“The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot forever fence it out.” J.R.R. Tolkien
