I’m having a difficult time with names. With characters, I just name them, usually. Some come into my head fully formed, name and all. My First Reader named Learoyd Otheris Mulvaney, the centuries-old pixie whose stark cynicism has been shaken by the acquisition of a wife… and two children. But me? I’m trying to come… Read More Naming


Here’s to Oddity

The Men that Don’t Fit in “There’s a race of men that don’t fit in, A race that can’t stay still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and they rove the flood, And they climb the mountain’s crest; Theirs is the… Read More Here’s to Oddity


Some Day

Spell of the Yukon “There’s a land where the mountains are nameless, And the rivers all run God knows where; There are lives that are erring and aimless, And Deaths that just hang by a hair; There are hardships that nobody reckons; There are valleys unpeopled and still; There’s a land – oh, it beckons… Read More Some Day


Guest Poetry

Jonathan LaForce gave me permission to post the poem I mentioned last week in it’s entirety for your reading pleasure. I think I can safely say this is one of, if not the, best modern poems I have had the pleasure to encounter. I’m tickled to reveal it in public for the first time, and… Read More Guest Poetry


Committing Poetry Again

I don’t do it often, but I’m recovering from something that knocked me flat yesterday, probably fatigue related, as it has been an incredibly long week-or-so. I tend to get sick when I run the tank too low. Fortunately, the fever broke in the night, so I’m on the mend. But the brain functions are… Read More Committing Poetry Again

inspirational, poetry


Thank you for all the kind words yesterday. I vented because I just couldn’t think of what to talk about on the blog, in part because I was so tired… well, between you all being encouraging, a pair of parties booked for the weekend, a canceled class that freed up my evening, and some art… Read More Encouragement


Wanderlust Lost

I’m researching for a paper, gathering poetry related to the aging Ulysses in Tennyson’s poem of that name, and I thought I’d share my snips with you all… Rudyard Kipling, The Mary Gloster “Not the least of our merchant-princes.” Dickie, that’s me, your dad! I didn’t begin with askings. I took my job and I… Read More Wanderlust Lost