Where are the words? This I ask myself. It’s not that I have no words—many words have been literally lifting off of me in verse and rhyme—but the formal forming of them in my usuals ways has disappeared of late. I tried the other day. I re-read the first draft of a blog post. I was going to post it last month. But then I read it again, and well, the words fell flat. So much so that I lost interest in reading my own words about halfway through. Not a great sign. I know the tricks of the...