Last week I read Faulkner’s As I Lay Dying.  It was excellent!  I loved it!  I think I liked it so much because it reminded me of the way I write.  I loved that it had multiple narrators, and we were hearing their thoughts as they thought them.  I felt like… Read full post »

The most vivid part

of the memory

is peering through the screen door

into the kitchen,

pondering the risks and consequences

of reaching into a large clay cookie jar

to take an exotic Clark Bar.

I may have had a

co-conspirator.

It seems like I discussed it

with someone-perhaps just my… Read full post »

is a book I'm reading about MRSA.  I think everyone should read this book.  If I didn’t know so much about MRSA from our family experiences with it, it would scare me.  But the truth is, MRSA doesn’t kill that many people, compared to say… heart disease.  H… Read full post »

Years ago

I visited country auctions.

Always entertaining,

The bidding excited me.

There was a ladder back arm chair

I recently gave away

for wont of space.

A wing chair

just now restored.

A wooden box about knee-high,

with a 12 inch square top,

and a recessed panel in the front,

locked, … Read full post »

So, writing prompts suit my personality perfectly.  I did one today-started with a sentence prompted on a writing website, wrote for 15 minutes, and couldn't believe I came up with this.  I'm sharing it here.  I hope you won't think I'm a freak for thinking of this.  Warning:… Read full post »

Late morning,

after the rain.

Joyous birds,

deprived of their morning greetings,

are noisily making up their lost time.

Bathed in sunlight for awhile,

the plants are now

anointed by the rain,

to show their greener selves.

Puddles everywhere,

balming breeze,

freshly washed Earth.

Tree buds, temporaril… Read full post »

I won’t say your name.

I’m sure you’ve many monikers.

Why, I’ve called you

grayness, darkness, cloud, fog.

Hate, hurt, hopelessness, pain.

My heart is weighty.

You effect bad breathing, helplessness

and self loathing.

You take my creativity.

You’re a feeling, not a… Read full post »

Did I tell you about reading The Man with the Candy by Jack Olsen?  It is about a serial killer in Houston, TX, in the 70’s.  He was an old school investigative reporter.  He wrote for many good magazines and also wrote 32 books.  I’ve read 5 of his/… Read full post »

Today was beautiful!!  It was about 70 deg in the sun, 60 out of the sun.  I’m happy to see a little spring-like weather.

I’m reading…Peaches and Daddy, by Michael M. Greenburg.  It’s a true story about a 15 year old girl & 51 year old man were married/… Read full post »

When I lived in a town we had streets.
When we moved to the country we lived on a road.
I now believe a road is but a path,
we encounter many during our lives.
We choose one while others choose another,
or another.
As we progress we see some of our
soul’s friends along the paths we… Read full post »

How could a small town have so much soul

especially for those who only visited?

There was and is a dark side.

I lived parts of both

as a child.

I went to Swindell's Dress Shop

to be fussed over by my cousin,

once removed, Virginia.

I've written of her before.

I… Read full post »

First, just let me say, I think I'm going to like this Feldenkrais work.  I'm familiar with lots of healing modalities, but I'd never heard of this.  Nancy Dawe, Feldenkrais practitioner extraordinaire, worked with me this morning, and then, literally put me to bed.  She said I have to… Read full post »

Okay, I’m going to blab (read: whine) about myself, so move on if you don’t want to listen. I wouldn’t blame you. I need healing. I feel broken & unhealthy. It is my fault. I’m overweight and have frequently not taken care of my body. My back is so far out… Read full post »

 I’m reading Escape by Carolyn Jessop, a former member of the FLDS church, the cult led by the now jailed Warren Jeffs.   It’s very interesting and well written.  She was blessed to have been allowed to attend college and learn of something outside of her own world, wh… Read full post »

Wow.  I’m almost finished with this.  I can’t believe I never read it before.  It’s very sad.  It says so much about that era in the South.  When I read something that resonates so, I always want to find out as much as possible about the author.  Now I… Read full post »

I want to know about the artists

and poets of the 20th century.

I want to know their personal

histories,

and their creative processes.

I want to study and write,

but have no time because I'm reading.

I want to feel creativity.

I do feel creativity, intuition.

Sometimes things seem… Read full post »

What a month it has been!  Virginia has had lots of snow, snow we don't usually get.  It's quite beautiful.  I'm not even sick of it, except I have a stress fracture on my foot & there's a huge snow pile by the dog poo station near my apartment.  Also, it's… Read full post »

I read Stephen King's Bag of Bones, and I really enjoyed it.  It was a nice novel for last weeks storm.  Fortunately I visited the library last week before the storm, and I checked out these books:

Vanished, a true crime book by Carlton Smith (because I needed a true crime… Read full post »

Sunny morning, cold, cold.  Snow going nowhere right now.  The snowbirds discovered the frozen bread I left for them yesterday.  I love birds in the wild.  My Dad makes birdhouses-I'm going to get one for our new patio.  Lovely view with woods behind our 'yard'.

 … Read full post »

I love Betty Draper's real name--January Jones.  How unusual.  January is usually the month when I struggle with depression the most.  For all the stress I've encountered this month, I should be depressed, but I am oddly happy and invigorated.  I like change, so I don't find it as… Read full post »

We watched them

doing their tricks and jumps.

Up the ramp,

complete swivels,

down the ramp.

They looked liked children.

One was missing,

taken in the night.

Anguish.

No healing for his mother.

Infinite loss and pain.

I had judged him.

He was only a child.

I spoke poorly of him.… Read full post »

I wrote this yesterday after I'd heard Salinger had passed.  I added a little to it here. 

Wow.  For some reason I’m blown away.  J.D. Salinger is dead.  He was 91, for God’s sake.  I just feel shocked.  I don’t even know what he wrote, beside… Read full post »

I love these winter days when a storm is coming.  Here in Richmond it is a Big. Deal.  So often the snow peters out after crossing the mountains west of here on its eastward journey.  According to the forecasters, this one is going to bring us some white stuff.  We had a… Read full post »

He was born 27 July 1908 & passed 30 November 1969.

Grandaddy

He died this day, 1969.

He was 61, and had knelt to pray,

or so it is said.

It was a bit after dinner,

a visit with his sister,

then back home with Granny.

In their little town.… Read full post »