How We Learn How To Write

Even though my own education was self-directed and patchy, I do have very pretty ideas about how people learn to write.  I am presently taking a distance writing class and I had a course or two at college. What I find is that those kinds of sources have a limited but very important function. Their limitation is…

The Heartbreak of Parenting

Today my baby displayed his first evidence of shame. He bit my neck and I scolded him, rather mildly. But another woman was present, and little Johnny surprised me by bursting into tears, burying his nose in my neck, and covering his cheeks and eyes with his hands. Am I proud? No. I think it’s…

Poem II, Song of a Field at Night

Of The City Beautiful, She the long-betrothed to One All-Loved Man – I cannot speak in measure. Her peace is all my pleasure. Lumed in the final solar span I saw her last, in countless tiny jewels clothed. They were the waterdrops she lies amid, for here, within an earthcloud, that man hid her, The…

The Efforts of Children Superior to Today’s Adult

Children come into this world serious beings. I know this is true because I watch Johnny, and once watched younger siblings, in their serious endeavors. Always the very young are seeking to acquire skills and accomplish feats. No one blames them that their goals are meaningless in the wider scheme of things. We know they are trying instinctually…

Poem I: Harp, Broom, Reliquary

… Naked came I to this room Involuntary Around me stand the harp and broom And reliquary … Passersby perform the Parting Lie Around my window Berries blush their bluest in the shadow Of the bottle-fly Iward some daft light I know not darts between The bulbous glow and foul insectuous sheen … Why I…