Tag: Poetry
Morning Meditation: Moments
Where do those moments go, the ones where you feel perfectly content, like your place in the world is perfect and guaranteed and you are where you’re meant to be? They appear so unexpectedly: looking out the window at the kitchen sink as you pour your second cup of coffee, beneath the old magnolia with your hands in the dirt, on the ferry landing at the clang of the streetcar and the river breeze in your face. The sun shines on your head and you feel it’s soothing warmth traveling to the ends of every nerve in your body, a … Continue reading Morning Meditation: Moments
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
5 Catagories of 5 Things That Rocked My 2014
Inspired by The Tavern Lantern’s “Year End Top Ten” feature, which I’ve been enjoying very much, I decided to make my own Top Five Lists. Consisting of five instead of ten items because I’m into shorter, smaller, more minimal. And I think some list posts are too long. (Not counting TL’s.) So, here we go. 5 Lit Journals and/or Zines I Read Regularly in 2014 Literary Orphans Connotation Press Blue Fifth Review: Blue Five Notebook Series Whiskey Paper Luna Luna 5 Blogs I Read Regularly in 2014 Roxane Gay’s Blog (Although, lately there’s less blogging and more linkage to her … Continue reading 5 Catagories of 5 Things That Rocked My 2014
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
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
