English Language and Literature / Ephemera / et cetera / Poetry / Uncategorized

The Ruins

The Ruins   I want to live among the ruins,  among blocks I’ve stumbled on:  the remnants of a childhood  —its own ancient civilization—  ended before the scribes  could hammer it out.    I want to live among the ruins, like an historian or archeologist:  brushing carefully each sanded step  —tools and footprints left behind— … Continue reading

Arts / Creative thought / Creativity / Cultural Studies / et cetera / Fun/totally random / Poetry / Theory

Connect Dots->Fail->Why Are We Here?

Fact: I’m absurd.  I think in ways that are confusing at best.  Yet, writing often relies on some unusual types of thinking, on the writer making connections that other people do not necessarily make.   Like that connection over there– ohwow!  See, you missed it.  (Snap.)   Sometimes these connect-the-dots are really far-flung, like this one I’m chasing … Continue reading