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Category Archives: Being

On West Coast time

suits me very well. Never having been one of those people who can eat first thing in the morning, by the time I feel like it, it’s actually a reasonable time to be eating here (3 hours difference). Likewise, I’ve always felt quite alive in the night and have had a hard time settling down […]

What I will miss about Cincinnati


What I saw

The weekend scenery on a drive from Cincinnati to the SC Midlands and back, an abbreviated list:
Horizontal flashes of lightening, in a lightening storm that lasted through NC, maybe about an hour-and-a-half. The most impressive lightening storm in my life yet.
Flashing hazard lights emerging now and again through sheets of rain during the rest of […]

Write for no reason at all

Salon advice columnist Cary Tennis gives a suffering post-master’s in writing (non-writing) writer advice on how to start writing.
The connection between writing … and writing for money or writing for success has to be broken. You need a good, strong, regular writing practice. The ego has to be broken for the voice to come through. […]

On being detail oriented in nature

Which is a funny phrase in and of itself.
An old journal entry. I wrote that an ex-mother-in-law once decried: “You notice everything!” and I felt bad about it. Yet it was/is a good thing to note on a resume “detail oriented.” As well, later my writing was praised for my “fine eye for detail.” Later […]

Whatever it was I was supposed to be


Wherever it was
I was supposed to be
this morning–
whatever it was I said I would be doing–
I was standing
at the edge of the field–
I was hurryingthrough my own soul,
opening its dark doors–
I was leaning out;
I was listening
– Mary Oliver, Mockingbirds excerpt
Not too sorry to see January go — it’s a month with anniversaries of a […]

The bird sings

This morning, Wallace Stevens’ Of Mere Being, this part:
A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
Without human feeling, a foreign song.
You know then that it is not the reason
That makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings. Its feathers shine.