Thoughts on all things writing.
Yesterday, I picked up a book by Natalie Goldberg about Haiku. I’d been thinking about the form for months already after falling in love with another form transposed from haiku and made famous by a great teacher of mine, Jack Collom. The lune.
It is eleven in the morning. A Tuesday in September. The blinds are still drawn, but I can see the sunlight through them. I think the air is probably cold outside. It gets like that in the Autumn in San Francisco.
Let’s take Dall-E for a spin.
I have always held the question, “how do I make my work in this field a work of art?”