Morning Meditation: Aquatic Reverie
The scent of The Gulf blows in On the breeze Damp, salty Boundless undulation In Aqua Eyes closed, sounds muffled Only the lap of liquid that feels Like love Continue reading Morning Meditation: Aquatic Reverie
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.
Happy Birthday, Sylvia
“The hardest thing is to live richly in the present without letting it be tainted out of fear for the future or regret for the past.” ~ Sylvia Plath Happy birthday, Sylvia. I’ve been reading her poetry this morning – so relatable, so poignant – and thought I’d share one of my favorites. There are so many opinions of Sylvia: that she was a genius, that she was tragic, that she was only an appendage of Ted Hughes. I think she was a woman, flawed and beautiful, like most. I think she did the best she could. There’s no doubt … Continue reading Happy Birthday, Sylvia
Wordless Wednesday: Cypress
Wordless Wednesday: City Shot
To the 2 I’s
I’m switching off the “fix it” button in my head – you will do what you will do. I’m tired of being the responsible one, the sensible one, the reliable one. I refuse to be your safety net anymore so fly though the air without me, if you dare. A few broken bones will do ya good. Continue reading To the 2 I’s
Inspiration Interlude: Diane Ackerman
“The sensory misers will inherit the earth, but first they will make it not worth living on. When you consider something like death, after which we may well go out like a candle flame, then it probably won’t matter if we try too hard, are awkward sometimes, care for one another too deeply, are excessively curious about nature, are too open to experience, enjoy a nonstop expense of the senses in an effort to know life intimately and lovingly.” ― Diane Ackerman, A Natural History of the Senses Happy birthday, Diane. Continue reading Inspiration Interlude: Diane Ackerman
Wordless Wednesday: Garden Buddha
Cento: When I Go
Think of me as grass stain, skinned knee, sliver of new moon, unseen tremors or the chill rasp of sparked surprise, rose petals and blood in the palm of your hand, teardrops coated in phosphorus. Say hosanna. Let it mean Save Me. ~~~ Credits: Milo Gallagher, Robert Okaji, Christina Clark, Christine Beck, Clare Martin, Erren Kelly. So this is my first attempt at the Cento, defined as “a poetic form made up of lines from poems by other poets” on Poets.org. Essentially, I perused the “poetry I like” tag on my Pocket account and pulled lines that spoke to me. … Continue reading Cento: When I Go
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Morning Meditation: Day Moon
Looking up on a breezy almost-Autumn day, the grey half-moon hovers in an expanse of azure, a thumbprint from the hand of a pale blue dot. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Day Moon
