A Picture of a Moment in My Life in Words

We’d recently had the shower/bath tile wall re-grouted. The workers arrive and knock, I open the door, I am probably half their height as I say hi and welcome them in. They step inside to see a giant, fluffy gray cat running away into a back bedroom at top speed, gaining more speed gradually, tripping…… Continue reading A Picture of a Moment in My Life in Words

Tell Me About You

There might have been a small overflow of posts from 10 yrs ago or more come up in your email from the blog this weekend from when I was updating my WordPress plan…These were posts mysteriously restored and not an avalanche of relevant news, my apologies. I wrote this About Me yesterday to share on…… Continue reading Tell Me About You

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…as if I’d dreamed the tea cup, but found it first and remembered the dream in my own fancy when I received it and picked it up in my hands and looked… The design is just what I would wish…Green I often turn to and admire, green that feels like new sprouts and grass and…… Continue reading …*

These Hands…

In the post, A Note Found and a Bookmark and A Great First Art Show, I’d found some surprise things inside books, like a handwritten paper, so I decided to make up my own writing prompt with an idea I’d had…Whether you try this imaginary exercise or another, these free writes can be plenty of…… Continue reading These Hands…

A Note Found and a Bookmark and A Great First Art Show

I found this bookmark in a library book I’d taken out and read yesterday, a slim blue copy of literary insight with a little biography of poet Edna St. Vincent Millay. From that book, these lines of a poem by Edna I’d not heard of spoke to me most poignantly: The stone the angel rolled…… Continue reading A Note Found and a Bookmark and A Great First Art Show

A Letter to My Missing Sunglasses

Dear Sunglasses I Lost (Maybe 6 Months Ago), Where did you go? I last saw you near my home—I think I’d put you down by the forest and forgot you there, but I can’t be too sure. The only animal I could think of might’ve taken you was a fox…I’ve never seen a fox, with…… Continue reading A Letter to My Missing Sunglasses

Finding Things You Already Had, A Runaway Sonnet: #2

It looks like a large, elegant old book, and it opens up for storage. I’ve started writing a new poem yesterday. Peeko loves to be a part of the creative process…Is that a hen, you may wonder? And now Peeko has a pen and his own separate page. As I began writing by hand, I’d…… Continue reading Finding Things You Already Had, A Runaway Sonnet: #2

The Excitement of Finding Things You Already Had: #1

Well, I decided to find new table mats and to replace the ones I’d burned a little years ago with a frying pan maybe twice and hadn’t picked them out specifically, also saw I wanted more color and softness. These handwoven placemats and this vintage napkin holder I found on Etsy arrived yesterday morning and…… Continue reading The Excitement of Finding Things You Already Had: #1

And The Moon’s Shiny Tonight

It’s the Moon! You know it. A song came on my shuffle today, think my own Christmas thought, save it in my mind for a future post, keeping my hands off the blog, and then quickly check social media late that night to see Britney Spears has posted a Christmas picture. 🎄 I take a…… Continue reading And The Moon’s Shiny Tonight

Pick Your Dream to Slip Within

Good morning, the sun is warm to bathe in, the air is cool, the scent of coffee made by a neighbor drifts in the air and the bird calls are so quick, until one bird sings longer, more loudly, and complexly; the coffee aroma drifts near, drifts away, wind in the trees. My eyes are…… Continue reading Pick Your Dream to Slip Within

Sleep Blogging?, Sleep Talking, And A Writing Prompt For You

Got these two books at the free library cabinet. I had brought two to give, they fit, and there were exactly two I wanted. The one on top is a novel I’d added “to read” in the morning before I had gotten there and had seen it at the cabinet. I had seen a friend…… Continue reading Sleep Blogging?, Sleep Talking, And A Writing Prompt For You