Lacrima

“The sorrow which has no vent in tears may make other organs weep.” – Attributed to British Psychiatrist Henry Maudsley in “Why We Cry: The Truth About Tearing Up.” Do we cry less as we age? Is it because we feel emotions less acutely? Or it is that we’ve learned to repress and suppress this Read More …

Falling Leaves and Water

Just for fun, I signed up for WordPress University’s “Writing: Intro to Poetry.” Of course, if you’re expecting me to follow the lessons like an obedient little student, writing, as the first assignment suggests, a “haiku about water,” then you don’t know me at all. Poke around this blog a bit… In all fairness, it’s Read More …

I Never Believed in Writer’s Block, But Now…

You win. I choose the cool breeze that wanders, whistling, wending through the drooping leaves and brittle branches, ruffling feathers causing the wisest of wise old owls to cock its head and glance askew scarcely believing I’ve run out of things to say. “Who…you?”    

Never Heard Such Nonsense!

I flunked my first “reading readiness” test, despite being the only kid in class who could read well. I missed a statistically improbable 29 out of 30 questions on the test–probably because the title of the test was “Reading Readiness Test” and I could not figure out what triangles, squares, spheres, and pattern matching had to do Read More …

Metaphor and Simile

Metaphor and simile are two of the most common rhetorical devices we use in writing. They are similar: metaphor makes an implicit comparison, by referring to one thing as if it were another thing; simile likens one thing to another, making the comparison explicitly with words such as “like” or “as.” Metaphor: She is a butterfly, flitting Read More …

Quell the Quest

Quell the urge to fight against the hours; Relent, give in, admit defeat – move on. Such is life, and there are worthier pursuits – Truer aims, more meaningful challenges Ubiquitous — Vanquish those. Waste not one precious moment Xerescaping the page. Say to what grows in imagination, “Yes!” Embrace the strange, exotic, foreign fruit Read More …

Done, Distracted, Defined

April, as T.S. Eliot wrote, is the cruelest month. It leaves its cobwebs on everything. Sweep them away, or get swept away by them. April doesn’t care. This post started out as something else, but left me drained. April brings jumbled, dusty thoughts. But April showers wash them away. I crumpled it up, which is Read More …