Smothered rain is falling hemoglobin levels, air bleached, anemic – indrawn breathe incapable of expansion. oxygen trickles, slogs through swollen passages, struggles for space. world presses heavy, an anvil slowly cracking ribs. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Smothered
“I think dogs are the most amazing creatures; they give unconditional love. For me, they are the role model for being alive.” —Gilda Radner It’s been a cold few days and nights in New Orleans. Temps have dropped as low … Continue reading Photo Friday: Sammy soaks up some D
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An endless October sky casts reams of light into my lap as I contemplate the thinning skin on my hands, the blue highway of veins prominent on their mountainous journey, the joints of my fingers swollen from repeated retraction and release. The pads of my palms lie cool on my thighs, waiting on the warmth of a twentieth-century touch that no longer exists except within this thought on this blue day, proof that the body remembers. Charlotte Hamrick’s poetry and prose has been published in numerous online and print journals, most recently including Muddy River… Continue reading Keratin
I was never the girl who knew what she wanted and expected nothing less. The one who walked with a confident air, flipping her long silken hair over her shoulder, flashing a smile the brightness of a dentist’s fantasy. I … Continue reading Divergent Paths
Speak of change, of passion, of languages. A worldwide gallery of birthdays. Life – a setting, a great metaphor. Just have an open heart. Continue reading Newspaper Blackout: In the Midst
“A red-winged hawk is circling” Tom Petty 1950-2017 He glides towards me face to face at eye level on my morning walk, swoops into an old magnolia. He settles his feathers and returns my gaze, eyes shining a message of light and life. l smile,thinking of Apollo, music,and a golden-haired man learning to fly. *** Sources: Tom Petty on writing “You and I Will Meet Again” Video of “You and I Will Meet Again”. Hawks in mythology and folklore. Photo via Pinterest. I tried to trace the source but was unsuccessful. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Of Tom and Hawks
“Learning to let go should be learned before learning to get. Life should be touched, not strangled. You’ve got to relax, let it happen at times, and let others move forward with it.” ~Ray Bradbury Magnolia photo by me. Continue reading Let Go
and it never will be. That’s something people tell themselves to feel better about the crappy things they’ve done in life. The repeated mistakes, the thoughtless remarks, the pillage wreaked in another persons life. We say, “that’s in the past, I’ve changed”. But here’s the thing. The slate should never be cleaned because we need to own our mistakes. They’re what makes us human, what makes us grow. Our chalked-marked slates are part of us, our past make us who we are today. So throw away that eraser. Continue reading Your Slate is not Clean
Every morning we’re all still here. Well, most of us. We’ve survived the unknowable night when anything can happen and often does. It used to be monsters in the closet or under the bed, now they’re our bosses, our elected officials, even our neighbors and they prowl the day as well as the night. The news du jour catches us up on the past eight hours, the latest mass killing, the newest snafu in congress, the highest threat to humankind, while a tornado or snowstorm has devastated thousands. But still. We get up and move forward. Eat breakfast with our … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 30/30: Because This is Life
Thyme in my Pocket (After Lucille Clifton) I tucked a sprig of thyme in my pocket for courage, thinking about how it grows in the mountains between rocks in poor soil. I was climbing my own mountain, feet buried in poor soil to my knees. The Romans burned thyme as incense and bathed in its fragrant waters before battle. I rubbed the sprig between my fingers, absorbing its oil to assist me in battle for a new life. *** Prompt via napowrimo.net: “Today, I’d like to challenge you to take one of your favorite poems and find a very specific, … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 29/30: Thyme in My Pocket
