Minutes in a Day

I’ve joked about how I can’t concentrate on anything. I start working on a poem, suddenly deciding to look up something online, only to discover an hour has passed and I’m reading about a totally different topic. I decide to enjoy the flowers in the backyard and five minutes later remember I need to start…

Sounds Like Me

This is a delightful piece about writing- or actually the act of not writing…by Patricia Dubrava on Talking Writing. It’s easy to stop writing. No one notices. Nothing depends on it. I have no deadlines, and completing this or any other writing produces no paycheck.   The familiar pattern resonates but unnerves me.

Reading This Today

From NPR’s website, (author interviews)….by Nate Klug, a theology student at Yale Divinity School. Mercy Its water-torture-slow wend in me. Its work like the reverse of work. No wonder human praise won’t stick. No wonder anger’s more often summoned, its hum, ready-made, that steadies my head like hospital television, throwing blue rumor for hours at…