Thoughts about writing, and the universe.
I think it was in 2020 that someone showed us where the blackberries are. In a field along one of the local narrow roads, the road I walk to reach the trail up into the mountains, a field I had passed by frequently in 2017, 2018, 2019 and never considered that the berries might be... Continue Reading →
In the last stage of our journey home, we traveled north from Italy through Tyrol and the Alps, into southern Germany where the land flattened and forests gave way to plains and fields of crops. We had a marathon day traveling from Verona to Munich, Munich to Hamburg, Hamburg on to Kiel on the Baltic... Continue Reading →
The school year began with two weeks of rain. We bustled to class under umbrellas, hiked through spattering mist, scraped mud from our boots and ran the shoe-drier nonstop. "Summer's over," we said. The moment we returned to Norway, fall began. But somehow the last week of August, the sky cleared. The mist that always... Continue Reading →
I spent a bit of time researching MFA programs yesterday. Just a bit. It's still a ways in the future for me, but I began with a survey of the pros and cons of formally studying creative writing at all. Jennifer Ellis has assembled a helpful list of cons, and the first item she included... Continue Reading →
Words like trees 