What to do with all the rants? Where to put them? The vast collection of short little bits from all the writing years--like scarves acquired from too many garage sales. What do I need them for? The years ahead are far fewer than the years behind. Not to mention there is no … [Read more...]
BROKEN PROMISES
I could always go the fiction route, make up some bizarre scene involving an obese bank teller giving two knock-outs with flowing red hair a really bad time. When asked, I’d say I have no idea where any of it came from and I wouldn’t be lying. If I diddle around for a sentence or two, today’s … [Read more...]
WORDS LIKE LEAVES
The first rain arrived last night. Clumpets of wet leaves made brown and yellow pillows on the garden chairs. Two bright red apples, crown jewels sparkling on the highest branch, held fast against the wind. Today the sun streaks hot lines across my back. There are moments of real cold … [Read more...]
IN HER SHADOW
I sit in her shadow. She is here still, somewhere, in this room, the room where she put down her words, week after week, poem after poem She used to sit in this very spot, at the end of the couch, the place I nestled so easily into, because it felt warm and seemed to invite … [Read more...]
ON THE ROAD TO WRITING GROUP
Driving through the tunnel in the heavy traffic in the rain I think Why am I doing this? I don’t need to be in a group with other people, I can do this at home, facing the plum tree, the apple that is just beginning to tempt me with its first buds. I have rooms galore at home to write in—rooms … [Read more...]