Saturday, March 30, 2013

Truly


The world needs more people that write what they mean and really mean what they write. That is the only way to write truly.

False writing is blasphemy that echoes across the pens of the thousands of writers that hacked their way onto The Page.

 

Write with ferocity. Write with lust. Write with pain.
Write like you are at war.

 

                                  Write truly.
 

Friday, March 29, 2013

Book Lust





I recently visited Bauman Rare Books at the Palazzo in Las Vegas. I fondled first editions of Shirley by Charlotte Bronte and Hard Times by Charles Dickens.

An added bonus was an employee that could “run” with me on Thomas Hardy novels…I know nerdy…but hey, I am the 21st century’s version of Jekyll/Hyde.
 
 

 
That's right--book lust!

Monday, March 18, 2013


The Cost

 

Fear resides

Alone even when I am not

Raging inside

Praying the pain can be forgot

 

I bleed

Not where the world can see

A buried seed

Frantically I scribe to feel free

 

Can it be?

Will it come?

I am clouded and unclear

Desperately grounded within my fear

 

My mind floods with light and it crumbles in darkness

 

Can myself I find?

Forever lost

My fierce mind

Belays the Cost

 

Every feeling

Every thought

Sends me reeling

Though forgot

 

The cast is die

The place is set

Unable to comply

Drops of blood I sweat

 

Now I realize

Now I know

There’s no safe haven

On high nor below

 

Feelings torn from my flesh and eyes

Transcribes my truth and prolongs my lies

 

I am one born to the tempest tossed

I will live and write

Matter not the Cost
 
 

 

Monday, March 11, 2013

Fiercely


Fiercely

 

 

I have loved so fiercely I can stand a little hate

I have hurt so badly I am stoic where I stand

I have left that thing so longing

As I held it in my hand

 

I have heard the lonely strings that made my head to sway

I have known things false and true

As the night forsook the day

 

I know the Sting, but not how it came to be

Always, and also never, from It will I walk free.

Saturday, March 9, 2013

My Yards in March


My front and back yards—right now.

 

In case any of you were wondering: spring has not sprung and will probably not do so for some time.



Friday, March 8, 2013