Why I Joined a Writer’s Group

    Capital City Writers Association You would think, at the ripe old age of 976 that I would have acquired all the information I’d need to swim the deep waters of publishing fiction. I'm a writer. I have been for years. After all, my byline has sat prominently in print many times and a whole …

Golden Time-Moments in the Middle

While raking leaves this morning, I noticed the big oak’s leaves had turned their final brittle brown. Forty-eight hours ago, I stood underneath it and took pictures of their blazing golden glory. Seventy-two hours ago they were mostly green edged in yellow. Andy Warhol. That’s who I thought of while taking a break at the picnic …

Poetry Day: Waiting for Judgement- Submission

Submission There is this terrifying place: somewhere between the creation of a thing and it's inevitable arrival in the real world. Falling from the sky stomach in mouth trying to track your twisting mind towards a water landing, hoping no sharks wait to greet your soft offering. Nothing to be done now; it is out …