In my ripening years I am
possessive of the Mystery—
no one else may own the Still, Small Voice.
Let me be an apologist for a glass of water,
What if Words are a Substitute for Silence?
Fifty Days in France #1 String Theory
It was my first trip abroad in 32 years. For two months I wandered solo from Paris to the French countryside and attempted time-travel. In my computer was a half-completed novel called Looking Glass Girl.
Remembering Madeleine
“You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.”
–Madeleine L’Engle
I was ten when my librarian grandmother pulled from her suitcase a book called A Wrinkle in Time.
Finding Old Poems I
It’s funny how a poem can capture a particular moment, so that when you read it years later that whole period of life comes back.
Sky
When the weight comes down like an iron sleeve,
When your ribcage turns to lead,
Writing Difficult Books
My WIP right now is a tough one, as it takes me back to a painful time in my life, and to relationships I’m still sorting out.