Sol Luckman Dreams of Flying My earliest dreams were lucid ones of flying. I have a particularly striking memory of soaring high above my father’s tobacco fields where I used to spend hours at a time searching for arrowheads as a boy. There was a method to dream flight—not unlike the way a condor rides … Continue reading
Sol Luckman My earliest dreams were lucid ones of flying. I have a particularly vivid memory of soaring above my father’s tobacco fields where I used to hunt for arrowheads as a boy. There was a technique to flying in my dreams—akin to the way a condor rides thermal currents to corkscrew higher or lower. … Continue reading
Sol Luckman One of the obstacles in publishing a young adult, or YA, novel is getting readers to take it seriously from a literary perspective. My own perspective, for the record, is that YA fiction tends to be far more imaginative, and a lot more interesting, than most adult fiction. Given a choice between exploring … Continue reading
Sol Luckman Terra cotta hills Pinstriped with alabaster Under turquoise skies So much mineral beauty Upwells in this timeless place Of wind and sun My inks simply Will not behave Copyright © Sol Luckman. All Rights Reserved. Inspired by this post? Donate bitcoins: 14ptJHFnNTxRnm757CxAWFtXfggy8BpwHG Sol Luckman is a prolific visual artist and critically acclaimed author. … Continue reading
Sol Luckman Turn off the road Traverse the boisterous schoolyard Feel the tingle of November sand underfoot While ascending and descending The wild sea dunes Tiptoe across the spindly grasses Pluck a star-shaped spur From a wounded toe Leaning and careening Under a lichened bough Approach the high-tide line Where the sand stops flaking And … Continue reading
