I collect sentences like other people collect action figures, traffic signs or snow globes. The kinds of sentences that knock you out with their cadence and momentum and carry entire worlds on their nouns. The kind that transport you out of body to unlooked-for places and keep you going when things get grim. Sentences like … Read more
Write what only you can write about. Write fire. Write glass. Write to release the angel in the marble. Write what can’t be stolen. Write as if no one really knows the definition of art. Write to set the tiniest feeling free. Write as if you remember everything. Write adrift on a raft … Read more
I want to write about the visceral dissonance my head and gut absorb each day as I scroll through images on social media—the pumpkin martini recipes and beheadings in Iran and cute cat videos and acid thrown in children’s faces and new iPhones and thousands of faceless bodies—women and children and men blown to bits, … Read more
She stayed because she was five-years old and she had a five-year old little girl body and a five-year old little girl voice and she thought five-year old little girl thoughts and felt five-year old little girl feelings. She stayed because she was the sort of little girl who could make art in her mind … Read more
You sit at your desk to write. The house is quiet. There are words pushing to get out, pushing for shape, but you can’t reach them. Yet. You try not to think about facebook, email, instagram, tumbler and twitter where things come fast and easy. Resist this fix. This is your writing day, damn it. … Read more
I realized today its been awhile since I just wrote freely without stopping to analyze or deconstruct or judge or punctuate just followed words wherever they went so I did this today for hours I wrote without stopping no form only freedom just wrote loosely without logic words leaking then pouring from fingers just followed … Read more
“We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.” ― May Sarton