Still Desiderata-ing After All These Years
There are words that you hear as if they were meant for you. This is how I've always felt about the prose poem, Desiderata, by Max Ehrmann.
MARY OLIVER
These blog posts are me paying attention – to life, to writing, to whatever topic waggles at me. You’ll find that as a rule I’m irreverently respectful and am constantly digging into language crannies, looking for inspiration.
I’m always glad to hear from you, too. As you pay attention to our glorious, goofy, comedy-stacked-on-tragedy-layered-with-boredom lives.
Keep in mind, I’m more Carhartt than Cartier, so don’t expect anything too polished. But I promise not to posture and to do my best to stay authentic. You should call me on it if I get too big for my britches.