wordswimmer

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 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 ...

It's that time of year. Close your eyes.  Sleep. Let yourself dream. You need to trust the process  of rebirth, of dormancy,  of silence...

Poems are hiding lately-- playing hide-and-seek over the past few weeks-- unwilling to answer the door when I knock. Are they sleeping or ju...

Take a moment to breathe. Just wait before touching your pen to the page and let the blankness of the empty journal wash over you li...

It’s the end of the year and who can count how many hours we’ve sat at our desks waiting for words while the minutes passed by and our live...

I sent off another story yesterday. Now I’m wondering if I sent it to the right place. It’s how the self-doubt starts. In a few weeks...

Earlier this week, as I was finishing Adeline Yen Mah’s book, Watching the Tree , a collection of insights into Chinese culture and philosop...

"I have discovered that all of our unhappiness derives from one single source--not being able to sit quietly in a room."--Blaise P...