Once I sat in a fiction workshop with Gordon Weaver. I was not a fiction writer, but I was in the class, making whatever pretense I could muster up at the time. He picked up my story, read a couple of sentences from it, and said, “You wrote that, Gerald, and you call yourself a [...]

I have nothing to post for Poetry Month today, and it looks like I will not scrape anything together. Because I’ll be in meetings all day tomorrow and Saturday, don’t look for anything then. And next week? Special events on campus every day on top of end-of-semester grading. The prospects are not promising. I may [...]

At the moody end of hectic and too much coffee, I am surprised to notice… I. how alone it feels to sit at the breakfast table of the over-committed. I am a stack of pancakes piled too high and higher, so high as to lean precariously toward nothing much more than a fall into syrup, [...]

Just a freewrite based on today’s Journally prompt… *** Doling out optimism stingily like the first of the summer peaches, I hum “My Mama said there’d be days like this,” and think how I’ll make a joke of myself. Yes, I threw the gum away and chewed the wrapper again. Yes, I can burn toast [...]

Even the pollen inside my lungs today feels a little embarrassed for the waste we’ve made of a good day that could have otherwise been spent with the wind in our face, bees humming about the elbows, and possibilities seeping slowly into our roots. Sometimes you just need to breathe, exhale to make room inside. [...]