Evening Song
The killer is an orca – her beauty is more than he can bear, the strength in her body breaching the ocean, puncturing the air in a smooth ballet. How the water glistens on the day and night of her … Continue reading Evening Song
The killer is an orca – her beauty is more than he can bear, the strength in her body breaching the ocean, puncturing the air in a smooth ballet. How the water glistens on the day and night of her … Continue reading Evening Song
I can’t believe a year has past since the last NaPoWriMo! Once again I’m pep-talking myself, trying to juice up for the challenge of 30 poems in 30 days. Realistically, I know I probably won’t hit each and every day … Continue reading Gearing Up for NaPoWriMo 2018
“I thought such awful thoughts that I cannot even say them out loud because they would make Jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish.” ~~~Anne Lamott, Small Victories When I read that sentence, the image was … Continue reading Musing on Forgiveness
If you follow me on Twitter you’ve already seen my tweets about these three essays. If not, here they are. I highly recommend them all. Happy Friday! Strange Inspirations: Past Resolutions & Tools to Help You Stay Focused Today … Continue reading Three Must Shares # FridayReads
I mentioned in a previous post that there’s a thriving poetry community on Twitter. Now there’s a movement, started by Kelli Russell Agodon and Donna Vorreyer , to expand the twitter poetry community into blogging. Some of the poets are … Continue reading Reading, #Writing, Sharing and what I’m doing about it
Those who read this blog regularly know how much I enjoy sharing other writers writing. I try to do that from time to time. Lately, I’ve read some astounding stories via poetry, flash fiction, and essay that I want to share with you. They’re all pretty short and only take a few seconds to a few minutes to read but, oh, such power in these words! I’ve added a snippet to each selection to give you an idea of the wonderment in store when you click over. These stories are great for taking a slice of quiet time from all … Continue reading 15 Amazing Stories to Read by Women When You Need a Break from the Festivities
The last three books of poetry I’ve read couldn’t be more different. Two of them, “Milk and Honey” by Rupi Kaur and “Good Bones” by Maggie Smith, came to my attention on Twitter. Did you know there’s a vibrant poetry community on Twitter? Actually, there’s a vibrant writing community there. I’ve found some fantastic books, poetry, flash fiction, short stories, nonfiction, etc., there and, these days, it’s the only reason I’m still hanging in. The only reason. Anyway, I digress. The third book, “From Every Moment a Second” by Robert Okaji, came to my attention from Robert himself. I read … Continue reading 3 Books, 3 Poets
Before I was a writer I was a reader. Although I don’t read as prolifically as I once did, I’m always on the look-out for a good book. This is why my Goodreads TBR list has 214 titles. Whaaaat?! It’s safe to say there are books on there I don’t even remember. It’s time to clean off the shelf so when I ran across this meme on Boston Book Reader via Lost in a Story I knew it was for me. I’m jumping in. Here are the guidelines: Go to your Goodreads to-read shelf. Order on ascending date added. Take … Continue reading Down the TBR Rabbit Hole #1: Conquer Your TBR
I met Sally Houtman via Fictionaut, an online community of writers and readers. Before that time, I really didn’t have any writing buddies. I was writing singularly, without encouragement or input from anyone within any writing community. I took the plunge of submitting my poetry and prose to this community of fledgling and accomplished writers. I just closed my eyes and jumped in, so to speak. Sally, along with Matt Dennison and Frankie Saxx(thanks, y’all!), made me feel welcome and valued. They encouraged and critiqued. Sally had a gentle way of making her points that I appreciated. She let me … Continue reading My Prose in Flash Frontier Tribute
Lucille’s mother was a gifted poet with only an elementary school education. Her poetry was offered publication but Lucille’s father wouldn’t allow it and forced her to burn the poems in the fireplace. It’s said Lucille never forgot it and I’m sure it shaped much of her own poetry. About the incident, she wrote a poem called “fury”: “her hand is crying. / her hand is clutching / a sheaf of papers. / poems. / she gives them up. / they burn / jewels into jewels.” She was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize for two separate books in the … Continue reading Happy birthday, Lucille!