Found Poem: Words that Delight

by Lane | Poetry, Writing

Who among us does not have dreams that this year will be different? It is not over,  this birthing. There are always newer skies into which God can throw stars. You enter the  extraordinary by way of the ordinary. In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Even a...

Dream Big, Be Brave, and Hire an Editor

by Lane | Writing

The New York Times Best Seller List began on October 12, 1931. As writers, we dream of hitting the best seller list. Don’t we wish we could do it easily, miraculously with our very first draft? Writing demands much of us and often, so do our dreams. We dream of the...

Between

by Lane | Poetry, Writing

Between This line  And the next I may have Fought a dragon Or was it a dragonfly?   Between  This line And the next I may have strolled around the block Or down the lane On another planet. Between  This line And the next I may have chatted with a friend Over a...

Friends of the Blind Man at Bethsaida – Mark 8: 22-26

by Lane | Writing

Josiah’s been my best friend since birth, or so our mothers say. I don’t remember us crawling in the dust together or toddling among the olive grove as our mothers gathered olives. What I do remember is how he loved trees, climbing them, even when we were so very...

Cross Training for Creativity

by Lane | Writing

Any personal trainer will tell you that cross training is good for the body.  If you swim, walk. If you walk, lift weights. If you lift weights, run. If you run, swim. You get the drift. Muscles become familiar with the familiar, even a bit sedated, so switching it up...

This Is About Poetry

by Lane | Writing

  This is about poetry. This is about prose. This is not about equations And this has never been about what’s only black and white. This is about moments captured in cinnamon and cayenne.   This is about what is ancient. This is about what is fresh. This is...