A Writer’s Angst

As 2021 comes to a close I’ve been pondering the question, “Why are writers insecure about their talent?” Our angst revolves around what is “good writing”. We ask, “Am I a good writer?” or “Is this piece good enough?” frequently followed by, “When will they figure out I’m not a real author/writer?” It’s all self-doubt. … Continue reading A Writer’s Angst

A Strange and Mournful Day

I hold your childhood in my cupped hands. I bring my hands to my chest, and slowly open them. The treasure floats free and soaks into my flesh and passes through my bones to rest in my heart. Yesterday’s treasure was memories of your younger sister. What will tomorrow’s treasure be? I will hold them … Continue reading A Strange and Mournful Day