wordswimmer

You end up writing when the need to write is stronger than the fear of rejection, when curiosity and your desire to discover something new a...

Listening for words waiting for a voice to whisper in my ear hoping I'll recognize it when I hear it-- if I hear it-- not knowing what t...

Each morning I listen to the silence and hope to hear a voice and words I've never heard before. I listen with my ears but, really, it...

You think you're listening for words, waiting for them to appear, but really you're listening for a voice, and only when you hear th...

You hear a voice inside your head, Often, it's just a whisper, barely a sound at all. But, still, you can hear a voice. And you realize ...

One of the beauties of a quiet book is that life unfolds more slowly in its pages, unlike the rush of plot-driven adventure novels, which a...

Sunday morning sunrise and the world awakens again, the silence broken only by the sound of your pen scratching the surface of ...

This little guy, this snail (possibly known as the Globose Button or Mesomphix globosus , although I’m not a snail expert so ...

One of the most compelling features of poetry–and a book like Nikki Grimes’ Bronx Masquerade which mixes poetry with longer prose–is how th...