I don’t own my thoughts. They all are just rented. Some day I’ll invent something that hasn’t been invented.
Running out of ideas? I’d like some big hairy accomplishments to come running out of ideas.
I have been writing poetry lately– actually quite a bit. But it’s all in the form of song lyrics and the songs are still being formed. I finished this one within a day so that I could publish it on … Continued
How to write a poem–I wish I could explain.I just knowit starts to growsomewhere in my brain.
If I could have only seenexactly what this year would bringthis would have been easy.I could have locked myself behind a doorand written every poem beforehand.It would have been easy. But this hasn’t been easy.Have you seen how fast time … Continued
I tell my husband my ideas; some are smart, some just wild.He says “Don’t quit your day job!” as he smiles at our child,and “Go for it! You’re home, so what are you afraid of?”I get to be a mom … Continued
“Why is my butt crying?”I wondered in my head.Then I remembered I wore the monitorand the crying was in bed.
I have about three thousand ideas a dayand only three of them are any good,and one of them is just “we should go to bed now,”so it doesn’t really count.But still, that adds up to quite a few good ideas,and … Continued
I’m on a roll.Today’s my day,and nothing’s gettingin my way.I’m gaining speed,I’m gaining ground,and wondering whysomedays I’m down.On days that it’s easyto act on my thoughtsit’s hard to rememberwhy some days it’s not.
This silence is a welcome rest.This space is where I think.This time is like an empty cupthat’s filled up to the brink.