Words on Writing, Part One
For about twenty-five years I’ve collected words on writing. From books, articles, overheard remarks at readings. These words aren’t...
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Mark Pomeroy
- May 17, 2018
Two Poems
My Grown-up Granddaughter Asks The Ganges at dusk? Machu Picchu at dawn? Dear, I am happiest listening to Grandma sing off-key in the...
Mark Pomeroy
- Apr 17, 2018
Mr. Haruf
At the first Wordstock Book Festival in 2005, I was Kent Haruf’s chauffeur. As a writer in the schools, I’d heard that the festival...
Mark Pomeroy
- Mar 16, 2018
Symbols of Goodness
Walked half-numb two and a half years ago into a classroom at Benson High School here in Portland, Oregon. Opened my satchel, got out my...
Mark Pomeroy
- Feb 23, 2018
These Times
A few weeks ago a friend looked me in the eye and said that he feels depressed about these times. I had never seen this guy look quite...
Mark Pomeroy
- Jan 27, 2018
Lessons Through the Body
In late August of 2013, I walked with some writer friends around Mount Hood. This website features a few photos taken by one of those...
Mark Pomeroy
- Jan 19, 2018
Notebook Entries on Writers and Social Media
It’s all right to let people miss you a little now and then. The Age of over-Sharing and Self-aggrandizement. (ASS) Excessive...
Mark Pomeroy
- Jan 4, 2018
Drop Off and Pick Up
I open the door and turn on the light. Switch off the nightlight and open the blinds. I go over and rest my hand on the warm blanket over...
Mark Pomeroy
- Dec 8, 2017
Practice
When I was little, my mother and I lived in a rental house three doors down from a windowless tavern. Drunk men sang and fought in the...
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