Lisa Wolfin: Portrait of a were- I mean Artist
On the surface, Lisa Wolfin is an international artist, but based on my dabbling in the higher mysteries I expect she may also be something of a werewolf. Wait, though; […]
On the surface, Lisa Wolfin is an international artist, but based on my dabbling in the higher mysteries I expect she may also be something of a werewolf. Wait, though; […]
What is the greatest joy of writing for you?
The sensation of flying. When I’m really involved in the story and am outside of my ego enough that…
The midwife had no love for nights like these, when the sky opened and rain tore into the dusty dry land of her little town. Rain was rare in Lowell, and thunderstorms rarer still, and the midwife knew that tonight was a bad night to bring a baby into the world…
The sleepless nights began in summer, and it was not until the late winter that the tragedy of King Had was immortalized in the rhymes of schoolchildren…
Read – Hands of the Sea – (reader opens in new tab) This is a story I had wanted to write immediately after introducing Eferee’s character in “Hollo”. If you’ve […]
I was born at home, and the midwife asked my mother what my name was going to be. She had arrived at a number of fair and elegant names for […]
Over the years, searching for and learning about great writing, the person I have the most to say about where remarkable poetry is concerned is David Whyte. He’s […]
He always disappeared in the winter, though I never knew where he went. I assumed somewhere warm, but he never said. I still wonder why we called him Tiger. […]
We tend to sound like a lot of other people before we learn to sound like ourselves. A large part of learning to write, personally, has been the experience of […]
Anyone can drop a line in the water and hunt for fish. Those who work at it, and spend enough time doing it learn how to fish well. They learn […]