Grandma Shirley knew about this free dance gathering with a band, including especially good Swing music, and as she’d practiced ballroom and line dancing before and I hadn’t, I asked her if she wanted to dance to this song.I don’t have dance lesson experience or knew the dances they were doing but it wasn’t a…… Continue reading In 2021, I Just Happened to Find a Dance to Take Us into 1921
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You May Now Have a Strawberry and Hand-Picked Poetry
6:32 pm: Tuesday’s note actually appears There it is, the strawberry I’d offered you that is now ripe and ready to eat; the plants are safely secured, not swinging in a possible storm, and it happens to have two other surprise strawberries with it to ripen later—Here, enjoy it! And this is my review I’d…… Continue reading You May Now Have a Strawberry and Hand-Picked Poetry
The Queen’s Full Moon…From a Fairy of the East Coast to Bring Some Fun When a Storm’s A’Coming
Morning note included Science Experiment Conclusion: My hypothesis was wrong; it actually is harder to hold a strength pose while someone’s yelling obscene insults, even if it’s just Nicki Minaj artistically in a song. (Glad for the wall 😊)But I can still practice seated poses and relaxation in the meanwhile, ‘tho other songs of hers…… Continue reading The Queen’s Full Moon…From a Fairy of the East Coast to Bring Some Fun When a Storm’s A’Coming
Introducing My Mom, Joanie Rose
These are photos of her from these recent months. You might have met my mom first in my poetry—No, she wasn’t the mom in ‘A Daughter Says’ in Moonflower (2018), that poem’s situation was fictional, but she was very featured in ‘Renaissance’, the opening poem in my latest poetry book, published this Mar. 2021 A…… Continue reading Introducing My Mom, Joanie Rose
An Unexpected August Adventure, A Fairy Might’ve Just Wandered In
Aug. 4, ‘21 This is a very rich true story and no more length will be added to the blog for a little while. I took the bus late afternoon today to have my eyebrows threaded and on the way I noticed the open door of a small performing arts theater I hadn’t remembered seeing…… Continue reading An Unexpected August Adventure, A Fairy Might’ve Just Wandered In
‘…What Should I Be?’
Upon awakening this morning I worked on my first ghazal poem awhile yesterday in the late afternoon and into the night just before bed. The traditional ghazal form contains the same word at the end of each last line of the couplets and a word that rhymes with that end word is placed before it.…… Continue reading ‘…What Should I Be?’
Blush and Plenty of It
The sky was azure blue when I woke and I said good morning. I sometimes practice saying ‘May’, with emphasis on the y accent for fun as I can spell a word now in a new language, her name: مي. She painted the sky just then with plenty of blush (I know in heaven a…… Continue reading Blush and Plenty of It
The First Blush of Dawn
I woke and opened my eyes to see this blush of dawn today and smiled warmly. And then the sun and sky through the pines before early morning tea. I started writing notes on posts to come early last week sometimes related to the current moon sign for some added interest. I’d also picked up…… Continue reading The First Blush of Dawn
A Day of Rest I’d Finally Kept and Piano Music With Great Company
Yesterday was a rest for me I actually kept, a solitary one that soon felt not so solitary. I thought of this musician Erik Satie I’d heard of many years ago and not at all since then. I liked his music better now and I loved this piano one of his, Gnossienne No. 7 and…… Continue reading A Day of Rest I’d Finally Kept and Piano Music With Great Company
A Literary Salon
Thank you, you know the way to my heart and that is not always easy to find. I am finding my way too; you soothe me in my worry of not enough. I hadn’t known what a literary salon was only that I wanted to host one or attend one when I found out. The…… Continue reading A Literary Salon
I Heard It
I felt as if Edna might be saying, ‘All this talk of May Ziadeh, and what about me?’ And I forgot about my morning petition until I heard the rain fall and it was answered. I felt these were some good flowing moments to read a poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay (an audio only…… Continue reading I Heard It
My Cat Peeko And His Selections and Approvals in Social Settings
Peeko says hi and good morning; it is now dawn and the time of sunrise behind such puffy clouds. He only seems to make this glamorous expression if I ask him if he’d like to take a photo for his best friend Gigi, a fellow Scorpio. If he winks at you, you are right above…… Continue reading My Cat Peeko And His Selections and Approvals in Social Settings
A Line of Mine and Some Poems By Other Writers
You might find an understanding, a silent one, that after awhile you find to not really be silent and that took the time to find the words to find you. *** Kin To Sorrow by Edna St. Vincent Millay Am I kin to Sorrow, That so oft Falls the knocker of my door—— Neither loud…… Continue reading A Line of Mine and Some Poems By Other Writers
Looking Into The Forest, Considering A Dream
~I woke to the sky in its blue culmination and still early morning. Last night, I dreamed of two poets, Eavan Boland, whose last book I’d read recently and had passed away last year and Edna St. Vincent Millay; although Edna was born much earlier than Eavan, Eavan was an older woman in the dream and…… Continue reading Looking Into The Forest, Considering A Dream
A Letter
Edna St. Vincent MillayDear Gladys, To add to the good impression this early reply must give, I will proceed at once to answer your questions, (which you have probably forgotten you ever asked.)In the first question, as you will perhaps perceive, are two unpardonable insults: “Couldn’t you write something decidedly immoral (!) and, provided the verse…… Continue reading A Letter
She May Have Died Long Ago But We Can Still Collaborate
(a photo from fall) This idea came to me. I love to read poems by authors of the past and of today and some may touch me with ideas like my own whether we lived in the same time or place or not. I thought it might be an illuminating, fun experience to read a…… Continue reading She May Have Died Long Ago But We Can Still Collaborate
Reading Edna and Lines I’ve Remembered
Reading a poem by Edna. I feel like I could’ve been born in the late 1800s and shared poetry in the 1920s with people like her. Keeping that essence alive as I continue writing in 2021, a hundred years later.Reading A Poem By EdnaAn interesting thought I had, which lines of poetry have I remembered?…… Continue reading Reading Edna and Lines I’ve Remembered
Millay: A Little Glimpse Into The Life of a Poet
It is enjoyable to me to read every once in awhile something biographical about a poet or author whose work I’ve enjoyed, such as this quote about the poet, Edna St. Vincent Millay:She won the Pulitzer in 1923, but when newspapers recounted her public readings, they more often focused on her outfits than her writing. *This…… Continue reading Millay: A Little Glimpse Into The Life of a Poet
February Poets From Different Times
I noticed my hair looked a kind of way after I put it up so I thought hm, an old fashioned look, I think some past poets wore their hair like this. And then I thought, “Maybe Edna, let me check.”She has some certain way of putting her hair up, but similar idea.Edna St. Vincent…… Continue reading February Poets From Different Times
Poetry Reading of a Favorite Poet, "Modern Declaration"
I have read the poem, “Modern Declaration” by Edna St. Vincent Millay today. I was happy to learn some months ago that she was born a few days after me (well, a century before in 1892) and so is a Pisces too, and had lived in New York and New England like me, order of…… Continue reading Poetry Reading of a Favorite Poet, "Modern Declaration"
