A Sonnet in Pink
’Tis true, I never thought to think, to dream,
To find the words while crafting this, midstream;
And yet, t’was but one color that did seem
To reach, inspire, set my mind
#Art and Beauty
Ode to White
Tucked into nearly-nothingness
The fall of snow, I must profess -
Aside from chill that does repress
My eager heart and mind -
May be of Nature's best success
The purity does
The Muse
“The trouble with a muse,”
(my dear friend said)
“is that one cannot control it.”
I am bound by the aches and pains,
By the emptiness and the questions that remain
In the
Why I (Only) Write (Sometimes)
A response to a specific, greedy reader
It's not called writer's block.
It's called Writer's Love or Writer's Tension or Writer's
The Effects of Timeless Quality in an Age of Mediocrity
I have this ridiculous instinct for quality.
I can spot it a mile, ten-thousand miles away, with only a whiff. My stomach tightens; my heart starts to race; my mind focuses as