Can you recall, dear comrade, when we tramped God's land together, And we sang the old, old Earth-song, for our youth was very sweet; When we drank and fought and lusted, as we mocked at tie and tether, Along the road to Anywhere, the wide world at our feet. Along the road to Anywhere, when...

After the teacher asked if anyone had a sacred place and the students fidgeted and shrank in their chairs, the most serious of them all said it was his car, being in it alone, his tape deck playing things he'd chosen, and others knew the truth had been spoken and began speaking about their rooms,...

"Now I live here, another island, that doesn't seem like one, but who decides? My blood was full of them; my brain bred islands. But that archipelago has petered out. I'm old. I'm bored, too, drinking my real tea, surrounded by uninteresting lumber. The knife there on the shelf -- it reeked of meaning, like...

I had some snippet of poetry floating around in my head the other day and couldn't figure out what it was from. Then I (naturally, being a child of the Millennium) Googled it and realized that it came from the lush traveler's anthem, Tennyson's Ulysses. For those of you who might have had to write...

Everyone has a piece of writing that just speaks to them: poetry, music, a book (maybe Rolf's book). Some people remember exactly where they were when they read Atlas Shrugged , for example, and others, when they first heard a tinkling piano introduction. Words aren't just meaningful for themselves; they also bring back who you...

As a writer who's often trying to keep herself on track for stories, poetry, and whatever novel might be in the cooker, inspiring yourself to write while you're traveling is sometimes hard. But if you're always traveling, then you're never writing...and then you can't really call yourself a writer anymore, can you? It's easy enough...

This poem, called "I Go Back To The House For A Book," reminds me of all the times I've imagined going somewhere, doing something, seeing someplace ELSE, while I was busy going, doing, and being somewhere already. Life is full of so many threads, and sometimes lots of them seem interesting but you have to...