Where Have All Your Good Words Gone?

Sometimes, late at night, I lose my will and allow myself to become enthralled by the internet. Like the bats that circle my backyard on a summer evening, I move mindlessly through the shadowlands. With each circuit I feel my vitality fade a little, leached by the...

The Sound of True Words Spoken

The sound of true words, surfacing from the deep, breaching like the whales I watched off the coast of Newfoundland. The oceans are vast but the great ones gather at the shoals to feed. I’ve seen them circle, open their mouths in unison to take in water, push it...

German is the Language of Angst

Writing an earlier post, I searched my mind for the right words to describe my experience of creative collaboration.  From somewhere in the depths of my memory bank came the phrase “sturm und drang”.  It felt just right but I opened the Free...

If I Have a Mission…

“If I have a mission … and this might sound not exactly what you expect of people, but again, ask any writer and, on this note, nobody’ll tell you anything different … I write those essays for myself — any good writer has to. That is, of course I want to...

Roil

Roil: to move turbulently : be in a state of turbulence or agitation (conflicting emotions roiling inside her)   I used the world roil in conversation this week and the person I was speaking to was startled.  He said he had not heard it used in common speech...