I’ve blogged for a long time. I started on Blogger years ago. My site there existed until last year when I finally downloaded the posts and shut it down. It’s strange how reticent we are to close social media accounts. I blogged on Tumblr as well – I have a page for prose and a page for poetry (I haven’t updated the latter in some … Continue reading What’s in a blog – an off-the-cuff joint.
I don’t remember a time I didn’t write. The “I don’t remember a time” introduction is one of my favourite clichés: I wonder if everyone else is also exaggerating? I remember when journalling wasn’t a thing I did, and what’s my style of writing but edited journalling, to greater or lesser degrees. I have a box full of filled notebooks now, but I remember the … Continue reading When the road’s a mystery, an off-the-cuff joint.
I’m someone who’s quick with a joke or to light up a smoke. I’m funny, or so I’ve been told. Dry as a desert, but droll. I have a quick wit. It’s a family trait. Too bad it doesn’t come with a kinder heart. We’re wordsmiths, and I rarely struggle with my riposte. Except when it comes to titles. When it comes to naming my … Continue reading Titles are tiring, even autobiographical ones.
It’s a moody beast and we complain upon seeing its approach, but I miss the rain if it’s absent for more than a day or two. Week or two. Some might say “glutton for punishment,” but we’re the world we inhabit and my world is one of lush greens most of the time. I like the wet. If rainclouds were bright, they’d be more welcomed … Continue reading Never parched.
From Famine to Feast. 