wordswimmer

After all these years it’s still a mystery how words flow from some invisible source through my arm  to the pen in my hand the ink flowi...

Writing on some mornings  feels like an act of remembrance  dredging up memories  plunging your pen down a well  and drawing up events  from...

Every time you  sit down to write  it's like standing  at the edge of a cliff and you never know  how you'll make it across  the aby...

You don't  have a plan.  Each morning you take a pen  and open your journal  to see what will happen.  It's this not knowing  and yo...

No poems in sight this morning, just an empty horizon, a cloudless sky without words and mundane thoughts of errands that need to be run, vi...

Some days words come unbidden sailing onto the page like tiny boats blown by the wind. Some days the page remains blank, empty, like a cloud...

Do you ever wonder  what the day will bring,  what stories will come,  what poems, what words? Do you ever wonder where the source of words ...

Each morning you reach for words  without knowing where to look  like a blind man pawing the air  hoping to find something to hold onto, som...

A new journal smells like glue blank pages unlined waiting to be filled with words like a bucket waiting to be filled with water ...

As long as your pen or pencil is moving across the page, your fingers typing at the keyboard, your words flowing onto the screen or onto a ...

Some say you should start a poem with a title just write the words at the top of the page and begin as if a poem is a w...

Each time I put pen to paper the pen takes an unexpected turn, this way or that, a new path I hadn't seen before that moment of di...

Keep the pen moving. It’s a skill that you need to learn. When you’re first beginning, it’s hard to keep the pen movin...

Twenty minutes each morning—whether I’m ready to write or not, whether I’m sleepy or awake, whether my back aches or my fingers hurt—I writ...

Good morning, swimmers. You can set your towels on the beach chairs and pick up your goggles, if you want them, in the box under the sun umb...