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.
Howl
“There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.” ~George Carlin Continue reading Howl
Tourbillion
What are ashes but the left-behinds, the fading static, the doppelgänger of used-to-be. Yet. Born of the earth but not earth-bound, rising light as air into the jet stream, hitching a ride to forevermore. Continue reading Tourbillion
Wordless Wednesday: Bayou St. John
Amalgamation: TV,Music,Poetry,& Missing the Moon
So we’re a few days past the summer solstice and I missed seeing the strawberry moon which won’t coincide with the solstice again until 2062. I’m bummed that I missed it. July is a few days away which means we’ll be entering the hottest months of the year here, July through September. On these hot summer days I like to get my house chores and errands done in the morning so I can cool it a couple of hours in the afternoon watching a movie or a series on my Fire TV. I recently discovered Acorn TV with its ‘all … Continue reading Amalgamation: TV,Music,Poetry,& Missing the Moon
Wordless Wednesday: Rosalie Alley
Inspiration Monday: Carolyn Myss
“Live one day at a time. Keep your attention in present time. Have no expectations. Make no judgements. And give up the need to know why things happen as they do. Give it up!” ~Caroline Myss, Why People Don’t Heal and How They Can: A Practical Programme for Healing Body, Mind and Spirit Continue reading Inspiration Monday: Carolyn Myss
Live Luscious
I always chop the olives by hand. I like a rough chop that says someone still cares about the preparation of food instead of settling for little identically square bits popped out by a steel thing attached to a cord that gives it life. The knife and I give new life to these olives; messy, uneven life such as it is. The earthy texture of the black and the pungency of the green will soon mix with onion, pimento and the special piquant of a home-canned Gardiniera. Aaron Neville croons “Tell It Like It Is” in my ear as I … Continue reading Live Luscious
Wordless Wednesday: Self-medication
Grief the Invader
The humidity outside has lifted, settling in my chest. I cannot take a deep breath for the grief circulating around my lungs, slowly slogging inside my body. My blood feels thick, sticky in my veins, wanting to lie still. How easy it would be to wallow in this misery, to allow the body to fade. It doesn’t feel like mine. *** Dont worry. I’m ok. Today is the fourth anniversay of my mothers death plus it’s been three days of almost constant exposure to details of the mass shooting. I was feeling overwhelmed and needed to get it out. Thanks … Continue reading Grief the Invader
