Category: On Writing

  • Writings, of Late

    Before I begin, allow me to tell you that this piece will end with a poem. In The i Tetralogy I wrote several poems from a Nazi’s perspective and I ended the entire work with a psalm. Chutzpah runs in my blood. So does taking a risk while I am shitting in…

  • Guest Reviewer: Jane Freese

    Abyssinia, Jill Rush poems by David Herrle Herrle’s poetry swims through feelings and memories of a girl from his childhood, the merciless ticking of watches, hair that flows and grows, failure, tears, death, the bustle of cities, silent paintings, the shadows of classic movie stars, laughter — and rain. Abyssinia,…

  • Colleagues

    Jane and I are working on two writing projects, a new book of essays that go back as far as 30 years ago and a book of short stories on the Holocaust that I have been working on for the past year. I have categorized parts of the essay book which consists…

  • I Just Realized

    Reading Freud of late has reawakened, I suppose, the dormant analytic tools I used as a psychotherapist. It has me thinking along intentions, conscious and unconscious, motives, illusions and delusions, guilt and conscience or superego. In that light it dawned on me that most of the stories I’ve been writing of late…