Poe’s Pigeon: “Poop Galore”

My son asks how my satire of The Raven is coming along. It’s stalled, I say, and explain the problem. The first seven stanzas, more than a third of the poem, have nothing to do with the bird. Yet the inspiration to write this satire flaps all around me, every day, unavoidable reminders of their own absurdity: … Continue reading Poe’s Pigeon: “Poop Galore”

A Tic Is Not A Style

I don't know what it is, but I've observed a natural tic in my writing lately. I wish I could call it a style, but it isn't. It isn't something pretty. It's a tic. If I had a tendency to do something that made my writing stand out---Raymond Carver, T.C. Boyle, Zora Neale Hurston---it would be … Continue reading A Tic Is Not A Style