Faith
“I’m an optimist, but a melancholy one—the sort who doesn’t believe that everything is great, but knows it isn’t and believes that it’ll be okay anyway. Maybe a better word for that is faith.” — Cheryl Strayed Continue reading Faith
Author: Charlotte Hamrick
Charlotte Hamrick’s creative writing and photographs have been published in a number of literary journals and anthologies. Her debut prose chapbook, Offset Melodies, is included in Grieving Hope (ELJ Editions), a collection of five microchaps. She is Managing Editor for Reckon Review.
Rainy Day Reading
It’s a rainy Monday morning and I have the radio (yes, a real radio!) on the local Classic Rock station, something I rarely do anymore. It’s all about streaming on Spotify, Pandora, Amazon, Soundcloud, and probably zillions of other services … Continue reading Rainy Day Reading
Oak Tree and Fern
“Beauty was all around them. Unsuspected tintings glimmered in the dark demesnes of the woods and glowed in their alluring by-ways. The spring sunshine sifted through the young green leaves. Gay trills of song were everywhere. There were little hollows … Continue reading Oak Tree and Fern
Essay in Love in the Time of Covid
I am thrilled that my essay, “A Bittersweet Pilgrimage”, about my recently deceased Aunt is online today in the new issue of Love in the Time of Covid Chronicle. As I was writing it I had this wonderful journal in … Continue reading Essay in Love in the Time of Covid
NaPoWriMo Day 31: Bonus
Holding On If only we could all be like the children we once were before we were pushed into a harsh reality by selfish adults. Our laughter and openness smothered by discipline, verbal hands covering our mouths. We gathered our moments gratefully — bits of starlight, deep woods quiet, wild violets and jonquils in Spring. We held them close, like talismans for the future. We held on until we didn’t have to. * Bonus prompt via The Wombwell Rainbow Art by Kerfe Roig So I missed the last two days of NaPoWriMo. I’m sad but it couldn’t be helped. I … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 31: Bonus
NaPoWriMo Day 27
Pink Moon 5 a.m. & the moon looms large in my pollen-streaked window, tree branches knocking across her surface. It’s been ages since I’ve been awake in this early morning hour, I’ve forgotten how solid the night can be, empty … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 27
NaPoWriMo Day 25
As I Sit in SpringSunday, mid-morningand finally it’s not rainingthe wind is silent but for occasional sighsand flutters throughcurtains of greenApril is stretchingand so am I Both of us pushingthe grey awayletting lightwarm our days Prompt via The Wombwell Rainbow Art by Kerfe Roig Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 25
NaPoWriMo Day 24
Salt Cellar Knee socks and folded paper a playground at recess a circle, a caucus, a coven magic fingers and bated breath favorite numbers whispered, counted secret messages released in the air fly off to the future, wait for us a circle, a caucus, a coven * Prompt via The Wombwell Rainbow Art by Kerfe Roig – Kerfe’s image reminded me of the paper game, called Salt Cellar, we used to play in middle school. So, it’s finally happened to me – I’ve lost the option to write in Classic Editor. I suppose I’ll have to hunt down a Block … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 24
NaPoWriMo Day 22
Patience Fallow days find me watching Monty Don, his busy hands digging, pulling, planting – and dreams of zucchini (corgettes!),squash, and chili’s dance in my head. Every vegetable and flower that might grow in my hot, humid climate gets a notation in my notebook while I find myself thinking in British-eze. But in my life patience has been a hooded figure on a path far ahead, no matter how I try I can not walk in step with her. This is not good for an aspiring gardener. Daily, I check the bare dirt for first green shoots, then watch obsessively … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 22
NaPoWriMo Day 21
Kiss Redux I need dusk ‘til dawn to turn my world particular I want extra time to talk dirty to be flirty to maybe have a good time To dance my world particular * This wee verse is a found … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 21
