56. At My Creative Prime.I can still remember walking out of the house that my two children were in, knowing that I was not ever going back there. It was…Sep 252Sep 252
All That’s Left Are Mothers, Dogs and PoetryMost bookstores only nod to the existence of poetry, and to peruse their modest shelves of line-breakers, is to step back in time… not just…Jun 112Jun 112
There Are No Mountains of CreativityThe way I see it, every art profession is a mountain and there is a small peak at the top where the best of the best sit — or what we…Mar 313Mar 313