Joe and I watched the Red Sox win the World Series and The Blob simultaneously on two of the three flat screen TVs in the Hotel Floyd Writer’s Suite this weekend. Mostly he watched the Red Sox and I watched the Blob and we periodically visited each other. Besides The Blob – the 1958 B […]
This room is an artistic blend of old and new. An antique desk recalls images of writers from days gone by. The uncluttered classic furnishings in the study inspire introspection and calm, while the light infused olive colored walls throughout the suite offer an openness and brightness that stirs a calling to creativity and quietude […]
I hovered over the table, across from Emily, the hip hop singer and saxophone player who was the lead singer for Foundation Stone before they broke up. We were snipping and clipping November submissions for the local newsletter that gets put together at my kitchen table each month. Every now and then I would break […]
I was trying to figure out where I could go to get away from what the doctor was telling me. I wondered why he hadn’t taken me to a private room to give me such devastating news. Dan only had a 2% chance of living; they weren’t going to perform liver transplant surgery with those […]
1. The view from my porch is a tease. It’s like a painting of peak fall foliage that I can’t touch because the paint is still wet. 2. The breakfast nook where my husband and I meet on sunnier days is deserted. 3. The trampoline looks like an uninhabited blue planet. 4. The hammock looks […]
1. THIS is the song I’ve been dancing to two or three times a day. I may be stuck in the past but at least it’s not classic rock. 2. I’ve been dancing for a long time. Remember those wallet size high school senior pictures that we went around getting signed at the end of […]
Without a paddle she straddles the middle of a puddle as if it was a pond and she was a traveler bigger than Gulliver. She ponders the riddle that looks like a doodle reflected in shadow in the muddled oracle. She dawdles a little before she settles hands on handles and feet on pedals. She […]
I shop for words as though the dictionary was a catalog of women’s clothes or shoes As though the folded over corners of favorite words on pages were the edited alliterations of hemmed skirts Browsing for the uncommon I pin down a suitable meaning unfold a matching pattern for a custom-made fit And if I […]
My life is structured around seasons and holidays in the same way I imagine an elementary school teacher’s might be. Every month I look for seasonal graphics and clip art to adorn the Museletter, the local newsletter I put together with others. Page colors are chosen with the seasons in mind. Orange and pumpkins for […]
For ten years or so I taught creative writing classes at Floyd’s Blue Mountain School, a parent run cooperative with early roots in Rudolph Steiner. I taught several classes to kids from about four to fourteen once a week in exchange for a portion of tuition for my own sons who were students there. Over […]
The bookstore clerk with the pierced lip called me Ma’am while putting William Carlos Williams’ poems into a brown paper bag while ringing up the cost of the dependable red wheelbarrow prominently placed next to a white chicken on a page of unpunctuated poems The clerk avoided eye contact as he handed me my change […]
1. THIS is the song that Joe says made him fall in love with me. I was singing it to him as he fell asleep when it happened. 2. If I ever do get a cell phone THIS is the ring tone I want. 3. Lately, I’ve been searching down and listening to songs that […]
