Editor’s note: This is the third in an unspecified number of quasi-poems related to Rhinos, writing and death. To read the first two parts of the Rhino series, click here for Part 1 and here for Part 2.
Editor’s note: This is the second in an unspecified number of quasi-poems related to Rhinos, writing and death. To read Parts 1 and 3 of the Rhino series, click here for Part 1 and here for Part 3.
I was almost about to call this
Why I Write, Part II
But fortunately for all, I have decided [...]
Preface
The following series of quasi-poems, beginning with “Where’s the Rhino?,” was written in the mid-1990s when I was the shopkeeper of Chapters Revisited, a bookstore in Doylestown, Pa. I wrote this group of loosely cohesive poems on an unusually grey and quiet day as I looked out the store window waiting for customers to [...]
Preface
Writers who are blocked need a way to chip through the ice. Writers who are distracted need a way to find their center and level out. Writers who are lost need a compass to guide them.
Direction comes from many places; inspiration from one: some find it through a higher power; others locate it from a [...]
I prefer drinking to writing.
Any sane person would.
Writing is for those who want their voice heard
Drinking is for those who want the voices in their head
To st …“Bring it down just a notch, fellas, would you?
Bring it down
To a dull roar.”
I’m not sure my voice is capable of reaching the decibels
I hear from the din [...]
When: September 19-24, 2010
Where: Northern Virginia, D.C., and Maryland
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