I am of the water, when I can be. The rest of the time I make stuff – stories, art, pictures. I believe that creativity, like water, has the power to make our lives worthwhile and vivid. If you do too, you’re in the right place. Grab a pair of fins and a snorkel. I’ll be waiting for you in the water.
PHILIP DEAL BOOKS
The people in my poems don’t behave very well. The men have thoughts about women they shouldn’t be thinking about in the first place, and the young are very much lacking in almost every way that matters. Sometimes people act with grace, but usually not.
My short, short stories are about terrible things I have never experienced. Moments of reckoning that end in abject darkness. The “good” news is I have written only a couple of these, although half a dozen more are queued up and screaming for attention.
My book length works are not dark. They include trouble, people do get hurt, some die, but many hearts are made whole by love, and beauty covers pages more than darkness.
There is no big takeaway here. I don’t feel like I need to understand why there is all this darkness. I write what I am given to write when it seems important and real. Why would I want to change that?
I must admit, however, that I am curious. Why so dark, Writing Man, when, as the song says, your future looks quite bright to me?
I‘m back. Never mind where I’ve been (that’s all just facts and lifespans, after all). What better way to say I’m back than to flashback, to this video of yesteryear, what they call in the trade, an oldiebutgoodie. Have a look – if you can stand to put your phone down a few minutes.
On my birthday – the damned things just keep coming – this seemed appropriate.
People my age
now recognize me as
people their age,
a new disappointment
deeper than wrinkles.
Your age is in your mind
has been my mantra,
a lie that denies,
like money and desire.
I don’t want to be twenty
again, I just don’t want to be
that after photo of your
favorite star, so old
it makes you gasp.