“I like good strong words that mean something.” ~Jo March (Little Women) I chinned the rusty barrel near the hem of our woods. The carbon petals curled and separated. The ashes fluttered high and melted into the atmosphere. Cremation complete. The weekly newspaper over in the next county had rejected my fiction story—the […]
i want to be a stripper
I left a comment at Jennifer’s last night… way too late for me to be near the computer. Ann Kroeker, who’s working with Charity Singleton Craig to lead a group of us in “The Writing Life,” a workshop through Tweetspeak Poetry, was Jennifer’s #TellHisStory featured writer this week. She wrote about the importance of finding the […]
when jealousy visits
Jealousy is one of the occupational hazards of being a writer, and the most degrading. And I, who have been the Leona Helmsley of jealously, have come to believe that the only things that help ease or transform it are (a) getting older, (b) talking about it until the fever breaks, and (c) using it […]
in which I fall in love with a dead man
We had a nodding acquaintance over the years, he and I. I admired some of his work, even spent a little time with his horse who stands proud in a garden only an hour away. But I didn’t know him. And to deepen our relationship was not in my mind map. Not at all. […]
a lake and an artist date
I slow down as I turn the corner and scan Lake Abby. Something dark floats at the far end. Not a goose. Maybe a mallard. But I can’t be sure. It looks black. I smash forefoot to floor, fly down asphalt, jerk wheel to left, spin gravel in drive, and ram gear into park. When […]
Some Six-Word Memoirs
Lisa-Jo’s prompt for the day is “here.” I read it early this morning and had “here I am” running through my head until I sat down here. Then Laura reminded me I hadn’t written my six-word memoir yet. So here are five minutes (plus a minute) worth of six-word memoirs. 1. Here I am. […]
time to stand and stare
It’s the morning after the morning we remembered the mourning and celebrated the Morning. D has risen early again, because it’s Monday and time to move into a new week of busyness as usual. I want to burrow down under white down, but there’s a light that shines in the dark, and I hear him […]
still saturday: a wordcandy poem
A WordCandy Poem Give me silence, water hope. It is time to ravel rays from ravished dreams. Steady yourself and see the length of life is decreed by nature, its depth by grace. To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle softening into butter. A thing like that can make […]
scripture sunday: call this life
Grace, because God is putting everything together again through the Messiah, invites us into life—a life that goes on and on and on, world without end. ~Romans 5:21 (MSG) In the stillness, Sandy Linking up with Laura today who’s hosting the awesome Sunday Community while Deidra enjoys some family time. And have you checked out […]
How Can I Live? (One More Book Spine Poem)
How can I live as silver refined? Lord, I want to know you in your Word that’s sweeter than chocolate. So I’m sitting at the feet of Rabbi Jesus, walking in the dust of Rabbi Jesus, harvesting fog inside out. I’m finding a spiritual rhythm, soaking in this crazy love, developing a praying […]
