Welcome to Words by Winter! Oh my friends, my brand-new podcast, Words by Winter, is live as of this morning. This is a labor of love, something I’ve been working on for quite a while now, an offering to anyone and everyone working their way through a tough time. Each brief episode contains a story … Continue reading Words by Winter, my brand-new podcast!
On a moonless night a long time ago, just off the highway, I leaned against a cinder block wall with a payphone pressed to my ear. The only light came from passing cars and a bug-stained fluorescent bulb mounted above the phone. The voice on the other end was bored, disinterested. Across the miles I felt … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Jim Moore
Yesterday I sat at the table all day and labored through every paragraph of every page of a forthcoming novel, trying for the many-eth time to get the timeline perfect, and then I got up this morning and did it again. If Micah disappears on Wednesday night and Sesame starts looking for him on Thursday morning … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Abraham Lincoln
One of my daughters had a friend when she was little, a friend the rest of us couldn’t see. He had a strange name which we all loved. Sometimes we would check in on him. “He’s asleep,” was the most common answer. Sometimes “He’s visiting his grandma,” or even “He went away.” Once, disturbingly, “he … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Steve Healey
The other night I swooped around the living room to 80’s music: the Police, Prince, Queen. It was late. I was tired. But the day had been too much –all these days are too much, it’s been three and a half years now of too damn much–and the music brought back Vermont and my best … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Ross Gay
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On James Baldwin and Diverse Literature
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your own PDK for writing
a collection of beautiful words.....
Objects, Memory and Meaning
If it can't be said in a hundred words, then it can't be said in a thousand.
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"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
Thoughts on the world around me
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