All your love is gone. What’s left are new story buds Starting with your songs. Driving home on indifferent road for hours, we listened to original Fleetwood Mac and The Doors. Designated rider, I scribbled one poem after another, buoyed on by lyrics, whispers, and wails.
She’s in her twenties Wanting to write well and right Earnest, scared, smiling Earlier this week, I participated in the monthly Author Toolbox Blog Hop organized by Raimey Gallant. This was my fourth time participating and, as always, it was a great deal of fun, in the writing, sharing, and reading the work of… Continue reading Notes to a Young Writer #1
The unopened box Awaits the reveal, the joy, Time of touching heart. My gift-giving style is Impulsive Giver, a person who cannot be trusted to keep a secret, to stash away gifts in advance (and remember where I put them). When I discover something magically specific for someone, I must give it to them… Continue reading Gift, Unopened
Write one thousand words No days off no matter what My personal goal Years ago, I accepted the suggestion of 1,000 words written every day that I discovered in reading Carolyn See’s life-changing Making a Literary Life: Advice for Writers and Other Dreamers. See suggested that 1,000 words was sufficient to confidently declare to… Continue reading Writing One Thousand Words a Day
Word crumbs tumble down Promises for dawning day Delighted giggle As often as I can, I walk to the beach. Now that it’s full-on summer, I get out early before summer’s heat and humidity dissolve my determination. Many writers walk — and write about the gifts they receive from getting away from the desk, the phone,… Continue reading Word Crumbs
No one wants this walk — Dog yanking petulant teen Back home fastest way Teenaged girl dragging her feet along the sidewalk. Dog leading the way, not pausing to investigate marvelous scent. Both together, both hating it, so apparently sent out the back door with strict and specific instructions: take the dog for a… Continue reading The Longest Walk
She points to our toes Then to her buckled sandals — Paint her toenails pink! Smart, active toddler is speedy, decisive in where she goes and what she wants. At a bridal shower, she plopped down onto the floor, pointing from one set of polished toes to another. Guesses were laughed over what she was… Continue reading Young Poems