ode to a decade of art (or, i wish i could push rewind)

ten years ago i took up the knife held it to my eye and with a flick felt it cut; just a trickle and a speck, though and the city barely felt it but it was reddish-blue, a royal hue (though lacking you) and i cut again, and often. four-score and seven years ago minus…

equator bound

North to south is her direction, always towards the equator, away from tepid lovers and half-felt heartaches. She flies, her tail feathers to past mistakes; takes a sharp left turn at the coast. She stops to smell sad flowers that mistake themselves for weeds, an affinity she learned these years gone by. Plucks one that…

A Dream Is Not a Hobby

A dream is not a hobby. Some of you are already nodding your heads; others are, perhaps, confused. Let me explain. Writers, painters, sculptors, photographers, those of us who try the arts hoping to eke out some acclaim and a living, do so because we love it, to be sure. I write books and stories,…

A Musing

I’ve always been the guy who turns left at the “Right Turn Only” sign. I’m not a sociopath; I just don’t recognize the authority of other people’s lessons for my life. If I only walk the path you’ve gone, I can only end up where you’re going. Sometimes the few people who discuss writing with…

Help Me Choose Cover Art!

While I was putting together my last post (as I indicated) I came up with an idea of how to do the cover art for the paperback version of my short story collection. I liked the idea enough that it prompted me to replace my current cover for the ebook version with new art. However,…

Chock Full of Fail

No matter how good my work is when I finish and publish it, there is only a short time before I will revisit it and decide I no longer like it. I suppose it is a natural artist’s rhythm, like the ebb and flow of a tidal pool. In the past, I’ve used the dark…

Not in Style

I have never been in style. That doesn’t mean I’m a nerd or a geek; rather, I just don’t care about trends. My mother used to preach never to be “weak-minded,” which in her viewpoint, meant listening to anyone else’s drive but your own. I may not have set the world on fire, but I’m…

Day 2: How Not to Write

I have never had writer’s block. That’s unfortunate, because I don’t want to write. Well, I do want to write, but I am determined not to. It’s not finished cooking yet. I could poke out a short story, but the current collection isn’t burning up the cash register, despite my 1st (5-star) review. Initially, I…

Take Two

I’ll be spending exactly zero more time on this. To those offering obnoxious, spammy “help” – I have two graphic artists. If I want help, I will contact one of them.

Seeing Myself through Others’ Eyes

I am always fascinated when others share their views of who I am. That is mainly true because few who venture to do so see me for who I am. They tell me I am apples, and in fact I am oranges. My closest friends understand me well. However, I sometimes think that’s only because…

Art, for Pete’s Sake!

Lately, I have been thinking a great deal about publication. I’m not talking about publishing my work; as time goes on, I’m actually becoming less interested in getting published, and more interested in becoming an excellent writer. Ah, but there’s the rub. Although we writers consider ourselves to be artists, we do so with a…

Getting Out of the Way

“To draw, you must close your eyes and sing.” ~ Pablo Picasso I sometimes write with my eyes closed. Admittedly, those times are (increasingly) rare, and beautiful, but that makes the fact no less important. This doesn’t mean I’m a great typist, nor is it meant to indicate the ease with which I write. No,…