My friend Elizabeth gets messages from the dead. When her wonderful husband Ben died of a rare leukemia at barely fifty, she mourned him as she had loved him – passionately and in great depth. About six months after he…
View writing……its always…..in hindsight…… In hindsight, i realize the glow caught me early. Hypnotized me right off. And in the stark black, white and gray scale of what was possible to our uneducated eyes, i needed no color…that would have blown…
View writingYou draw me pictures in your notebook. I settle in alongside you. This, after just a few minutes ago when we were openly teasing and laughing at each other across the cafeteria aisle. You ask for my number but I…
View writingAgatha and Ernst fell into a sort of rhythm. They read books, and they exchanged letters about the books. Then once a month Ernst came to visit his uncle and he and Agatha met, with their families of course, and…
View writingI do something for myself every single morning of my life. I take a poem outside and read it aloud, as soon as I can. When I’m at home and it isn’t raining outside, I put on my robe and…
View writingAnother step, and she stopped and waited for her breath to catch up with her. She still held her child in her arms. It was appalling how little she weighed, but her legs kept cramping, and so she stopped, suffering…
View writing[Short fiction, an exercise] "There is of course poetry," said the novelist to her class one day, by way of a taunt. The kind of invitation that challenges the meandering wordsmith toward a path of sparseness and meaning every word.…
View writingHail Poetry....as Gilbert and Sullivan so melodically stated it long ago. Poetry, the distillation of any language worth paying attention to, if only ears were willing to listen and eyes were hungry to discern ...and not just surface meaning, but…
View writing…….with the trust thing, she thought…..Good luck with that……As for happiness? ( she snorted)….READ THE ROOM!!! ( but she said it to herself in archaic Italian…). In her world, there was only mistrust…. Impassionata D'Eleganzario A Bard of stout heart,…
View writing[I replaced the last word here!] of cars, of hairdressers, of mustard, of tweezers, of cats, of matches, of gasoline, too. Of cheap knock-offs, of Teslas, of rambunctious teens, of daisies in the grocery, of waterfalls, of the sea, of…
View writingHer mother busied herself packing. The bags were set along the bottom of the stairs in a row where they would be lifted by a metal cable up the stairs and then loaded outside the sanctuary once the transports arrived.…
View writingOn ‘Frozen’ and Waffles I saw the movie “Frozen” when it first came out along with a then nine year old friend of mine and her mother who is also my friend. I had a lot of questions about that…
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