Mischief: why is a raven like a writing desk
Since 1989 I have seen fit to place what I call a mischief somewhere in every book I write. It’s a little secret between myself and myself. Something inserted that remains hermetic, sealed against reader comprehension. Something only I know.
What Can You See When It’s Gone
This morning, I set about to write a blog on the writing of poems inspired by growing up on the farm and instead I ended up writing a poem.
A Writer Needs a Desk
If it might be said of a writer, as it would certainly be said of me, a writer needs a desk. Though writing well rarely if ever comes down to a mere matter of good furniture, from the very beginning
Safety is a superstition; cleanliness a sin
On the farm you ate everything but the squeal on the pig. Washing before dinner meant joining the threshing crew and sloshing your wrists and splashing your face in the galvanized tub then wiping your hands on a common towel,