Morning Meditation: Better As We Go
Why does this song make the black rose bloom in my chest, the thorns scratching my throat until I can no longer say your name. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Better As We Go
Category: Poetry
Muriel Rukeyser: Stories not Atoms
There’s a great essay on The Toast by Laura Passin about Muriel Rukeyser, “Muriel Rukeyser (1913-1980): The Forgotten Woman”. I loved it. Here’s the first paragraph, to whet your appetite: What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open. Muriel Rukeyser wrote that in 1968, even though she’d been splitting the world open for decades already. She’d gone from literary wunderkind to lefty pariah to feminist heroine precisely because of her commitment to telling the truth–about one woman’s life, yes, but also about many, many women’s lives, about the lives that weren’t … Continue reading Muriel Rukeyser: Stories not Atoms
Hot Reads Plus
Lots of good things to share today that I’ve read and watched over the past week or so. Enjoy! On The Miscreant, a flash fiction by James Claffey “The Air, Fair Crackling”. Also by James on Flash Fiction Chronicles, “Why I Write Flash Fiction”. I like this quote in the piece: “Flash fiction, ultimately, is about finding your form, discovering the right angle with which to cut the diamond into facets, showing a world in a moment.” On Brain Pickings, Mary Oliver on What Attention Really Means and Her Moving Eulogy to Her Soul Mate”. Photo above of Mary Oliver (b. … Continue reading Hot Reads Plus
A Friend & A Poem
Poetry lovers, you’re in luck today. Super talented poet and friend, Matt Dennison, recently collaborated with the super talented videographer Marc Neys (aka “Swoon”) on a video-poem of his poem Centered. Matt has been a great supporter of my own poetry, working with me and sharing his expertise and opinions freely. I like how honest he is in his opinions and I know I can trust what he tells me, good or bad. Unfortunately, his work isn’t found online often because he publishes mostly in print journals. Lots and lots of print journals. Today I’m sharing his new video-poem below. Enjoy! … Continue reading A Friend & A Poem
Unsettled
No matter how old you get the nightmare still horrifies the scream for help is just a whisper the thrashing in hostile arms hopeless but still… there’s a last hard push for recognition and the strangled cry for “Mamma!” that awakens and you turn on the light with heart to bursting and wild eyes searching dark corners and the smell of fear in the room. What does it mean that in your fifth decade you still cry for mamma in the middle of the night? _____________________________ So, yes, I had a terrible nightmare last night. The kind where you don’t want … Continue reading Unsettled
Hot Reads
Hot Reads is a feature I published on my now defunct group blog, NOLAFemmes. I’ve decided to continue it here, from time to time, focusing mainly on the great fiction, flash fiction and poetry I read around the web. I love to share good writing! First, here’s a little something-something I recently wrote: Unwitnessed Intimate flaws abandoned in darkness feed the hungry impulse for feeling less than loved. A strange bed sets a fluid stage, transposing in reflected light, sifting like sand through numbed fingers. ———————– “Unwitnessed” is currently up at Fictionaut where it’s joined by a gaggle of … Continue reading Hot Reads
I will never,ever,ever
have a tidy coffee table like you see in those chichi design magazines. Mine is always covered with books, magazines, DVD’s, CD’s, iPad, journal and, at various times, dog biscuits, remote controls, plates of crumbs and cups of half-finished tea. I love the minimal look of a coffee table with only an object or two but that will never happen here for more than a few minutes when I dust and put things away. I need my books and reading material close by. The book you see there, “New Orleans Style”, will be reviewed here soon. I hope. I intend. … Continue reading I will never,ever,ever
Morning Meditation 12/19/14
Missing This damp and sunless day I think of you and my hand in your pocket, leaves falling like golden tears. Continue reading Morning Meditation 12/19/14
Because love burns
I told you I wouldn’t wait but jumped for my life Shared with you the danger of my love Burning like the sun in our eyes Continue reading Because love burns
Clearly Clouded
A conflicted alchemy, fragments of instinct was all they had, in hindsight. A delineation painstakingly constructed, an impulsive quickness, a capricious clarity. A story oddly radiant. Continue reading Clearly Clouded
