Here are recent posts on our respective blogs, Anthrotopia & Wander-Bird:
- The north wind is gusting outside - it comes racing down the Central Valley, picks up topsoil and whatever isn't tied down. The air has a haze and is harried by the change in weather. The house holds firm but exhales now and then as it braces itself
Each season we have days that blow past ...more
National Poetry Moth
I hereby nominate you, dusk winged silence,
to be our mascot,
you who've eaten
and eaten so well every night
on the collards in my garden.
Your greenlit body
made to consume and digest and transform,
your sister sipping the moon's flowers,
your brother beating at my window
saying (oh, why won't she let me in?)
saying specifically what I can't hear because I'm
- Words and I aren’t having the best of relationships right now.
It started out decently at the beginning of February but by the end had deteriorated.
1. I learned a poem by heart. I spoke it aloud in the car, rolling it over and over. Then I returned to other poems I’d learned already and had let fall ...more
- Part of the occasional series, Fiction Going Nowhere.
I've always felt that the dead are pretty quiet folk. They sound mostly like dry leaves, or like the skitterings of mice.
Having survived the deaths of four family members, two friends, and a stranger, plus living next to the cemetery are bound to make a person inclined to ...more
- Just for your visual pleasure, the Mendocino Coast in ...more
- * I know most of my Wander-Bird visitors are here because we know each other on the How To Think Sideways Forums. On the off chance that you arrived without coming across Holly Lisle’s many writing classes, may I introduce them to you by way of the story of how I took her How to ...more
The Lives of the Heart
Are ligneous, muscular, chemical.
Wear birch-colored feathers,
green tunnels of horse-tail reed.
Wear calcified spirals, Fibonaccian spheres.
Are edible, are glassy; are clay; blue schist.
Can be burned as tallow, as coal,
can be skinned for garnets, for shoes.
Cast shadows or light;
shuffle; snort; cry out in passion.
Are salt, are bitter,
tear sweet grass with their teeth.
Step silently ...more
- I finally have a garden space that allows me to experiment.
For me experiment = play = happy me + hopefully reproducible results that can lead to happy others too.
The secret of this garden — and by that I do not mean the secret to my garden’s SUCCESS (which hasn’t happened yet), but the secret to its ...more
Sometimes, when weeks aren’t like this last one where I was so busy with multiple, sometimes pressing tasks, that fiction was farthest from my mind, I practice just letting what wants to be written get written. Sometimes those things shadow me all day (I can hear the whine: “When’re ya gonna sit down somewhere and write ...more
- At the end of November, when the residual effects of the move and settling in seemed to taper off, I sat back down with my trusty computer and started to write again.
Over the last few years, fiction writing has seemed to be a more and more viable option for writers to make a living - ...more