Postscript Re: Sarah

I don’t mind saved drafts, they are vital to the writer’s journey to psychic wholeness; for the alchemy of maturity must be performed alone, in private; however, lately, I have been saving too many drafts in what I can only perceive as an attempt to avoid writing about what I have been meaning to writeContinue reading “Postscript Re: Sarah”

My Teddy, Myself

I don’t have many childhood memories but I remember the book, and the bear. The book was small, with rounded cardboard pages. I must have read it a million times, though the ending made me so sad. And today I can think of nothing else. I tried searching on google for it, as I haveContinue reading “My Teddy, Myself”

Alchemical Magic w a Spell for Liberation from Worry, Self-Doubt, and Fear.

“Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard. It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.” – Shakespeare, Julius Cesar (Act II, Scene II, LineContinue reading “Alchemical Magic w a Spell for Liberation from Worry, Self-Doubt, and Fear.”

Loomings: My Life and Dreams

I come here for pharmakon, the healing act of writing: I need it as I’m rediscovering myself as an adult, seeing my light and dark in their full brilliance. And, really, I just want to trust myself, that I will follow my inner voice. Fear can make people do funny things. It’s made me forgetContinue reading “Loomings: My Life and Dreams”

And I’m Here

I’m looking to simplify life; for, at thirty-one, I find life complex beyond need.  In my quest to simplify life, what I am really after are my goals.  I’ve found that as I’ve gotten older my priorities have changed. While writing has always been a thread of my life, from childhood to present, I didn’tContinue reading “And I’m Here”

Short Fiction: The Exhumation (6 Min Read)

He stood upon the beach beside the seawall, bent over in the cold, gray light of dawn, laboriously digging that endless pit again.  His hairless, sinewy fingers were painfully fixed around the smooth, well-worn handle of the old wooden shovel, which felt burdensome and awkward in his grip; each scoop of the dark, wet sandContinue reading “Short Fiction: The Exhumation (6 Min Read)”

Welcome to The Woods

Four weeks and two days ago, I left the city that never loved me; for I had to leave: I had to fall deeper, further into love – and closer to a pattern of life befitting a serious writer.  Sarah, life partner and best friend she is, naturally loved the idea of living in the woodsContinue reading “Welcome to The Woods”

Ruminating 

Knowing now what I do, I face extrordinary dilemmas.  The knowing I refer to, being the fact that all is possible within the governing laws of order and chaos. For even kings are subject to the laws of  nature.  The dilemma being the fact that time and tide wait for no man. But ’tis betterContinue reading “Ruminating “

Weighing My Conscience

It is nice to be writing tonight; lately, I’ve been writing more out of compulsion and less out of habit, thus it’s felt more the product of requirement rather than inspirement, which to me is a constant. I am always the writer. This is who I am. I am first and foremost Lawrence Black theContinue reading “Weighing My Conscience”