Sometimes my own writing goes beyond anything I can explain. For instance:
- My Kinisi here at the Barn? Prompts, yes, if you want.
- But firing them into full blast?
- Much less igniting a conflagration?
- We do what we can, each one on the edge.
- I keep shooting what I think are some good ones at you, hoping someone will take it the next step.
Meanwhile, over the years:
- I’ve attempted to walk in the Light daily, though fallen far short.
- Ridden the uprising Spirit.
- Found silent meditation crucial to writing poetry.
- Uncovered 12 generations of my Hodgson ancestors.
- Returned unknowingly to the faith of those ancestors.
- Survived a shrinking profession to reach retirement.
- Sought an incandescent language.
- Still need a champion.
- Never taught creative writing.
- Found literary writing can resemble prayer.
- Am perhaps best known for my Mixmaster approach to poetry and fiction. Or maybe it was my radical history of Dover along with uncovering an alternative Christianity in the Quaker metaphors of Light and Seed
- Prefer a religion that relies on questions more than answers
- Think we’re confused enough, already.
- Store bath towels in a basket.
- Wear reading glasses, more and more.
- Have become uncomfortable around smokers.
- Had hoped to reclaim my social activist witness, after years of journalistic neutrality.
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Jnana's Red Barn 