1. Petal pusher 2. Beach bums 3. Rock on 4. Four eyes Photos: 1. A bee’s nose in a New England beach rose. 2. In New England butts are called bums. 3. It was a good day for building sand castles and playing in the sand yesterday on Nantasket Beach. 4. You’ve heard of putting […]
When my brothers, Jim and Dan, died in 2001, I was shattered awake to the reality of death. As I struggled to penetrate its mystery, I allowed myself to grieve long and deeply. One of the ways I immersed myself in actively mourning Jim and Dan was to write a book about their lives and […]
“I was born in 1927; how old does that make me?” she asked. “Wait, I need a pencil. I can’t do it in my head.” “Neither can I,” she said with a laugh. “You’re going to be 80!” I announced after abandoning the pencil and counting on my fingers. We both acted shocked. The next […]
1. The bride and groom were a vision in their wedding robes of gold, as they read their vows by the Little River in the presence of family and friends. 2. The impressive chocolate raspberry wedding cake was delivered from the back of an SUV. Heads turned as it was being set up, like a […]
By the time the rhododendrons bloom pink along the Parkway, by the time the orange daylilies line the dirt road to town; it feels more like midsummer than summer’s first day. The fireflies are already here. The tomatoes are not far from red. I’m already in flip flops and my sundress with palm trees floating […]
AKA: A higher love 1. The adventurous type 2. The grounded one 3. The invitation 4. The answer is yes Post note: This is Joe’s and my favorite tree. We’ve been climbing it on and off for twenty years now. It’s five miles from our house on the Blue Ridge Parkway and is named “The […]
1. It occurred to me recently that blogging is a desk job. When I told my husband, who is a counselor, that I had a desk job, he said, “I do too. We both have desk jobs.” 2. “But mine is more of a desk job,” I said, referring to the amount of time I […]
The moon in June will bloom blue and times two, but the poets will be out when it’s NEW … So began the Floyd Press ad and the Museletter announcement for The Floyd Writers Circle’s June Spoken Word Open Mic. My fellow circle member and poet, Mara Robbins clipped the line for the poster she […]
I’ve been known to chase butterflies around my yard with my camera in hand. I’ve staked-out a corner of my porch waiting for indigo buntings to show up at the bird feeder so that I could capture an image of their beauty. As unlikely as it sounds, today I chased down a woman who was […]
AKA: Think Pink “What part of France are the lions from?” my husband, Joe, asked. We were sitting in our wrought iron lawn chairs having breakfast in the yard. Our neighbor’s lawnmower droned as I explained The Shameless Lions Writing Circle to him, how forty-eight lions were being adopted by writers from the group. Visual […]
Pink-haired street poet last lion on the block to be picked to prove that his rhyme is as big as his roar that his appetite for words is not to be feared as he shouts from his corner, “People, your war is more uncivilized than the jungle!” The following was written from the Sunday Scribblings […]
It’s raining so loud I can’t hear myself dream My mind is making quicksand I’m lost in With a water-logged dream still in my ear from deep down in sleep I come up for air Underwater words float to the top like bubbles go POP! Now it’s morning Post note: The poem is a snippet […]
