I thought I would share a few of my favorite quotes from Travels with a Donkey, since I’ve been traveling and reading the pocket version my father gave me for my birthday. The Victorian Robert Louis Stevenson is one of my favorite authors from my favorite time periods, and I still think Dr. Jekyll and… Continue reading Travels with a Donkey: Wisdom from Robert Louis Stevenson
So my boyfriend, because he’s a sweetheart, brought me flowers when he showed up after being gone three long months, studying in England. They lasted remarkably well this past week while he was here on spring break, but now as he boards a plane at some terminal in the SeaTac airport, and I wake up… Continue reading Entropy’s most beuatiful claim
You might have seen last week that I lost my old friend, Sarah to a hit and run driving accident. I haven’t been blogging much lately for the same reason that I haven’t been doing much school, writing, or anything else. It’s hard to recover from something like that, and unfortunately, Sarah wasn’t the only… Continue reading Pre-Mortem Poem
I just got back from my friend Sarah’s funeral. Hard to believe that after these past fifteen years of friendship she’s really gone. I wrote this poem and ended up giving it to her family…they had someone read it at the service today. Sarah had a distinctive face and a distinctive heart. I’m glad that… Continue reading She Never Wore A Mask
Tomorrow is March and March means spring. As a Seattlite, I can’t tell you how excited I am for the prospect of having a committed, loving relationship with the sun instead of these fitful affairs I’ve been having with it all winter. Spring has just always seemed like a good time to repair everything, from… Continue reading Brace Yourself: SPRING IS COMING (Sonnet 74)
For the past six years, I’ve written under the penname R.G. Summers. I’ve had many reasons for doing so. Initials are nice because it prevents people from assigning a gender to your writing immediately, something I thought would be valuable as a woman going into science-fiction. Thinking that I would someday get married and change… Continue reading The Artist Formerly Known as R.G. Summers
Bookcases, empty and bare, Stand purposeless, as if in error. Where once the walls were lined with books Now barren shelves attract no looks The dark store, a cavernous lair, A shadowy shell of what was there When we could lose ourselves with care In stories from book-laden nooks, Then fly away. The… Continue reading A Rondel Lamenting the Slow Demise of the Indie Bookstore
If there is one thing I’ve learned in the past year, it’s that keeping secrets from your loved ones is just about the most poisonous thing you can do. It doesn’t matter if it concerns them or not…no matter how little and insignificant they seem, or how little they mean to anybody else, if you… Continue reading If Only We Could Sell Our Secrets
I remember when I first learned that it was a “playwright” not a “playwrite.” You’re not someone who writes a play, you’re someone who builds a play. That absolutely astonished me. It gave so much more power to the writer. At the end of the day it’s just words on a page, but the writer… Continue reading The Dreamwright
I’m always concerned with output. Like a lot of folks, I work pretty hard at what I love and enjoy watching it payoff. I can’t be the only one who wishes there were more hours in the day, though, so I thought I’d share my strategy for how to remain productive the entire day. The… Continue reading There ARE more hours in the day!
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