hosaa's blog

I dreamed that I was running. It felt good, uphill a little on a path around the wood. My legs were strong, my heart didn’t beat the way...

In what had been a bit of a pandemic-induced homebound obsession, I found myself staring out my window frequently, seeking as much nature to...

The only movement crossing the horizon is a bird that's not a crane and a crane that's not a bird. "Little Sky" by Molly J...

 For Edward Duke (1953-1994), who knew something about my obsessions. love, hosaa for love alone

Left brain, solve the puzzle. Right brain, create! Poem and story prompts from Wordling, continued. The goal is simply to stretch the brain ...

A lot of my friends started Worldling before the New York Times bought the word-game software to, presumably, entice players to become subs...

Last year’s New Year’s resolution was to keep better track of the books I read during the year, and I’ve done so by marking start and finis...

Despite my mother's declaration that I "always was an artist," my attempts to draw have always been disappointing. I'd tak...

A couple of weeks ago at Bethesda's Writer's Center  I listened in on a panel discussion on " Autism through a Literary Lens ....

A typical day I’d never say was ever spent to repent in a room in a box on a block in the Bronx with a vision I’d say Heaven sent. Fo...

March  Fog shimmers agog reveals baby blues and pinks swaddling morning's birth

Once upon a Walter Mitty there persisted in a city a very strange and wonderful thing: an armadillo in a willow in a meadow in a ghett...

Goodbye dreams, fakers, glad to see the back of your Mickey Mouse ear world.

Morning Memories and dreams evaporate, making way as new moments wake. ----------------------- Annotation: This is slig...

Waiting for life to happen, wondering when it will start to bloom and awe inspire. I don't think that "waiting...