On writing
Aweh, Aweh
by Aletheia Plankiw
Aweh, Aweh
Two dogs were trying to play. One of the dogs ran enthusiastically into the surf. She looked like a Golden Retriever, the darker, more russet-colored type, but her hair, matted-wet and nearly black from the sea, made it impossible to be certain. She ran out into…
Writing Exercise
by Carolyn Scarbrough
It’s nearly midnight and I’ve not yet
done my daily poem. The exercise is
automatic writing—the beginning as simple as
a first word and another and most may,
after all, become the scaffolding into
the real poem, then the opening
is knocked…
We’re Just a Writer
by Augustin Erba
My first writing personality is the artist formerly known as Augustin. He writes like there’s no tomorrow, or, as my other personalities would put it: as if there were no readers. The artist writes because it makes him feel better and he don’t give a rat’s ass what it…
January 1
by David Lehman
Some people confuse inspiration with lightning
not me I know it comes from the lungs and air
you breathe it in you breathe it out it circulates
it’s the breath of my being the wind across the face
of the waters yes…
Writing a book is like falling in love
by Augustin Erba
The first morning you write a lot. Maybe ten pages. They are glorious. The best you ever did. This new partner brings magic into your life. The two of you have a brilliant future together. This is all you ever dreamed of. You are completely satisfied.
You take a nap.…