Category Archives: Scribbling on the wall

Adventures in making marks that someone else can read.

NPAD 2008: Day 4a

The Word A prophet breathes. Inspiration enters buttressed Caverns hung with alveoli Chandeliers giving light To bent cave dwellers. Rush wind cascades through Open doors regulated by Tie-burdened ushers. Doors Vibrate, humming harmonic Sympathy to passing exhalations. Respirations was through waxed Canals crashing in on taut sails, Ebb and flow; tidal energy transferred by Rube

NPAD 2008: Day 3

Graduation Day Aqua Velvet Old Spice Chanel Worn-out ill-fitting suits spandex Spike heels corsages emitting Fragrance histamine overdrive Cellular glow camera flash Video whir satin sheen rain Damp houndstooth weave wafting a/c Bleach blonde gel-coated faux-hawk golf Shirt copper sheen toenail blue hair Pink tulle shiny bald silver brush Youth elder child adult mother Father

NPAD 2008: Day 1

Hwy 162 Corn stalk stubble pierces stale flat White slough skin coating, ironic Manna. Flakes squeezed by icy fist From already too dry winter. Two lamps mounted on rust decades Old luxury iron masts. I Meander down the half-blind two Lane illuminated by the Encroachment on commerce by the Misty fingered tendrils of snow. Dantean

Not writing a novel

In most of the past six years I have made attempts at completing the NaNoWriMo project: writing a 50,000 word novel in the 30 days of November. That I have failed each attempt is no great blow; the attempts have been enlightening. This year, Todd’s Year of the Poem, I am endeavoring NOT to write

Schoolhouse Gothic is on its way!

Check out the lefthand sidebar. Sherry’s book has a release date and an Amazon page! How much more official can you get? Doesn’t look like it’ll be available for you Christmas needs, but you know you’ve always wanted to start an Epiphany tradition in your home. Seriously, we’re very excited. Charles L. Crow, Professor Emeritus

Grand Ol’ Grandparents

Grandparents’ Day was on Sept. 7. In keeping with my being late for just about every holiday, public and private, here’s my homage. I only have one grandparent still living (Hi, Nana!), but I have fond memories of Granny & Grandpa, and Papa. On this Grandparent’s Day, I’m resurrecting a poem I wrote in the

Lenten Devotion 2008

One of the blessings/hazards of studying literature is that you start seeing meaning in patterns, and you see patterns everywhere. One of the patterns of my life that I’ve noticed is that when I start hearing the same message (especially about matters of the spiritual life) coming from different sources, I ought to pay attention.

Playing with the Big Boys

Yesterday, Sherry stumbled across some good news. She was working on her book and checking to see what new articles on Gothic literature have been published. She noted that Chelsea House Publishers is updating the Stephen King volume in Harold Bloom’s Modern Critical Views series. What was surprising is that Sherry’s own essay on Stephen

NaNoWriMo comes to an end

Some of you may have noticed that before Thanksgiving I took down the NaNoWriMo progress bar. For the third time, various factors have conspired to keep me from composing the requisite 50K words during the month of November. While I’m a tad disappointed, this year did yield a positive result that I’ve never experienced in

2006 NaNoWriMo Update

Well, yesterday was the half-way point of this crazy exercise. Folks that are on pace are over the 25K mark. I am not one of those folk. In fact, I’m not even close to being one of those folk. I’m a good 9-10K behind. Why is this? Good question. The only legitimate response I have