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How I learned to embrace 6AM and write in stolen time

My grandfather Karl woke up every day at 5:30 am. Voluntarily.

I am not normally a Karl. Not by a long shot. I’m more of a watch- 481 more words



It is dim and snug inside my cocoon. The dog slid over in the night ’til he was right on top of my feet, his breath damp on my ankle. 293 more words



My pajamas have stars scattered across the pants. I love patterns with stars. It makes me feel like my world is vast and cold and I can see for miles, all from the comfort of my chair. 219 more words


Chicken Butts

I haven’t spent much time in studio recently, focusing on writing and other parts of my life. This week Jim and I are happily immersed in family, enjoying time with both daughters and all seven grandchildren. 252 more words


Stolen days

My soul’s barely left-
while my bone and teeth decay. . .
Depression again?!!!!!

Art by: Henry Asencio

Random Haikus

Stolen time

This is a bit of a confession. Indulge me.

I read this yesterday in an article I reblogged on Tumblr: “‘books are written with time stolen from other people’ (Paolo Bacigalupi? 698 more words