Thoughts from a Writer: Fear

on writing and other arts, POZOLE.ink, Short Fiction

I haven’t written fiction in a while. Not because I’m not interested, but my discipline had long ago went on sabbatical and never returned. Writing requires discipline. Inspiration helps, but inspiration alone leads to unfinished stories and ramblings. Like any serious endeavor or pursuit, the work must be done. Every writer has their own method and time of day to write. For me, it’s the early morning—that moment when I should still be asleep, when it’s dark outside. I believe it helps because I can pull from my dream state, or at least I tell myself that, and it works.

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i don’t dance james brown

Childhood Memories

our stepdad became james brown right before our eyes in the living room. it would normally be after returning home from sportsman inn, the bar next to the creek.

El Jardín

Childhood Memories

Daniel mowing the yard.

It had been years since I mowed the house we grew up in. Like with people, the house had become old and fragile and ill; soon it will meet its demise. As I mowed the lawn, it reminded me of a garden we had. It wasn’t huge, but it required some work. Our stepdad Joe worked the tiller like an expert.