Oliver Treze was born to write bright. And that was his answer when anyone asked what he did for a living. He’d smile a quarter smile and reply, “I write bright.” So, every morning, he sat in the shade of olive trees to write bright words. Words to wake the whimsy. Words to wake the joy. All for flights of … The rest of the story…
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You’ll no doubt see a lot of September 11 news today. For one thing, it’s September 11 (as I write this), so it’s only natural. But also, it’s an historic day for America. And I’m sure I don’t have to tell you why. But you probably won’t see this September 11 news anywhere else. Because it’s not political. And it’s … The rest of the story…
Over ten years ago I shared this definition of “patina” I found in my computer dictionary. And it defines the word like this: “an impression or appearance of something: he carries the patina of old money and good breeding.” Well, I’m not from “old money.” And “good breeding” is in the eyes of the beholder. But I agree with something … The rest of the story…
I know people (too many, in fact) who never have nothing to say. Evidently they’ve never heard of a guy named Sol who talked about not talking too much. That being said, it’s still good to have something important to say. Or wise to share. And, for a writer, a lack of words can lead to frustration. Sometimes. Several years … The rest of the story…
I’ve shared some of my stories about the beginnings of my writing journey in life. How, at first, my writing was a way to impress “the ladies.” And then I looked for any and every opportunity to drive around the countryside in Kansas and Texas…to find subjects to write about. My “write about” is sort of like Crocodile Dundee’s walkabout. … The rest of the story…
My songwriter journal Over the years I’ve seen my songwriter journal go from a spiral notebook to what your reading right now. This blog post. I remember carrying my nineteen cent Bic pen around in my teeth like a chewed up cigar. And my trusty notebook in the seat of my car next to me. But now I can just … The rest of the story…
I’m writing it down anyway… No. Don’t try to stop me. Not gonna listen. *fingers in ears* la, la, la, la, la. No matter what you say. No matter how much you plead. I’m gonna find out what’s true. And I’m gonna keep on writing it down. [powerpress_player]
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Wielding my poetic power again The underlying theme to everything I do, here in the TonyFunderburk.com galaxy, is Rhyme and Reason. To put it simply, I like to use my poetic power to share logic and reason. For life. Love. And for a solid, eternal perspective. With poetic power comes powerful responsibility. I’m not an infallible person. And I don’t … The rest of the story…
When I was traveling and singing across the country full time, I used to keep in touch by letters. I was very good at writing to friends, and I didn’t have any sort of “mobile” phone…let alone a “smartphone.” Nope, I used a pen and paper. And these wacky rectangular things called “envelopes.” I know it sounds like crazy talk, … The rest of the story…