Something over the shoulder Out the screen door Interrupts our chatter I pounce to nab the light Ideas are like that.
La cabine à Riboux
~ or how a storm is like a writing impulse. Watching the storm come up the hill from the sea, we’re on the deck, after Scrabble and walking in the wildflower twilight. Sometimes an idea invades like that. Sipping Vermouth rouge with a lemon twist, we see the thin curtains of rainfall at the coast.…
The Wine-taster’s Approach to Writing
At OChateaux, the first wine translates, “far from the eye” — grapes grown in the shade. Its fragrance is lemony like magnolias, its taste tangy. I liken this delicacy to the phrases and lines that arise from recent memories, from the writer’s private, poetic joy in nature, flowers and solitude. The Chablis is clean, a…