Humanity

Recently I went through a bit of a creative lull. There was about a month or more where I didn’t come up with a guitar riff or write a poem. During the

This is why I did it, Donna: [http://www.curatormagazine.com/llbarkat/the-creative-life-risking-for-love/] the bees are dying. She is five years old and I do what every parent is expected to do. I

Note from the author: The following was not originally intended for an audience. After a series of winding email conversations in which a couple of trusted friends graciously allowed me to “process” what

It was about six months before I realized I had stopped writing poetry. I was digging through my desk looking for a new journal and found a just-started journal, the one I needed.

For a long time I’ve wanted to be the kind of person on whom nothing was lost, because I once read something in a book on writing fiction that told me that