Category Archives: Writing Work

His Cottage in the Woods

Posted on January 24, 2017 by

Let me tell you dear readers, about a man who lives in a cottage in the woods. He built most of the cottage himself and the lines are clear and strong, much like this man himself. He loves his life … Continue reading →

Posted in Writing Work | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

BURN IT in 2017

Posted on January 1, 2017 by

It’s not a New Year’s resolution….it’s soaring off a cliff, my wings spread wide. 2017 will be when I finally settle into writing in earnest…after yearning to for so many years. I joined the writing community of Medium this year … Continue reading →

Posted in Writing Work | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

As She Gathered Her Skirts

Posted on July 30, 2016 by

As she gathered her skirts and headed briskly up the staircase she hoped the view was worth the strain on her tender lungs, bruised from the ill-fated excursion to the Teparda bog the evening before. The effects of the poisonous … Continue reading →

Posted in Writing Work | Tagged , , , , , | 2 Comments

Pear

Posted on June 3, 2016 by

If a pear could weep it would, cascading tears down its glossy sides. The banana has gone astray, jam grubbed hand plucked it away. Moments later, a resounding crash– the banana hasn’t come back. No curved embrace furthermore, Just one … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Writing Work | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

We All Carry Our History

Posted on May 31, 2016 by

We all carry our history differently inside us, Some tie memories to leaded fishing weights, so they can sink deep deep deep, Others coat them in hard glossy varnish, so they gleam–better than new. One trots out faded high school … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Writing Work | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Don’t Sleep Through the Beauty of the World

Posted on May 25, 2016 by

Don’t sleep through the beauty of the world, be awake when sparrows wing their tapestry across the sky, The shadow of the stalwart tree moving across the lawn, see the glittering march of the tide. Be awake for the darting … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Writing Work | Tagged , , , , , | 2 Comments

Waiting for a Man To Face His Fear

Posted on May 16, 2016 by

Waiting for a Man To Face His Fear He’s just across the street. the street lamps should pop from the tension between us. As I sit, I knit a scarf of lavender patience, with threads of trust glimmering softly in … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Writing Work | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment