Grammy Ida Sketches
Rayos
I take pleasure in and comfort from Féderico García Lorca’s small poem, compact and contained […]
Customizing Journals
The memoir is already written, if you look through my journals.
Embracing the Unknown
Showing up. That’s all I have to offer. I look around my studio, settle on […]
More Seeing
Sunday. No church, no yoga, but deep looking needed to prompt the brain, refresh the […]
Directions
Turn left at the pink temple. You can’t miss it – it’s Pepto-Bismol pink, plastered […]
To find the focal point, follow your gaze behind my grandmother Above her thick calf coming over the rail, is a line of bushes with sunlight crystallizing on their tops. Above them is a clear black hole disappearing into the woods. This is what I like about old cameras – one tremble and the photograph shifts like a fun house mirror – wavy, impressionistic. One tremble and the innocence and fun of my grandmother’s pose contrasts with the mystery and slight menace of the woods.
Thanks to my cousin for uncovering a new treasure trove of family photographs.
Looking Creatively
One exquisite poem arose from Williams going about his daily doctoring. He saw a red […]
Broken Glass
Writing about Broken Glass as an exercise. There’s a poem in here somewhere! Crescent moon […]
Remembering India
I remember is a great way to jump-start a writing session. This one about India […]