Good beautiful sunset evening, friends. I've got tears crawling up my throat, so I'm gonna start with some things that are motivating the happy tears... An Interview With Me from my good friends at Black Moss Press! It's #NationalPoetryMonth and so many folks are doing incredible things with poetry - from live-streaming poems on demand… Continue reading Let’s Start With the Good
Today, I feel Autumn in my elbows. In the yarn-like pain that pulls as I bend my arm up and down, up and down. Today, I smell Autumn on the hip of the wind. In the wide dirt-like scent of the earth yearning for a sip of water. Today, I hear Autumn on the earlobe… Continue reading Oh, Autumn.
"Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, valuable but small. Sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it or because I haven't been brave? How much of what I feel reminds me of what I read in a book...when...shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't… Continue reading Small but valuable.
We had a wonderful, busy, exciting grand opening at 628 Monmouth this past weekend to celebrate RW Studios, AmlinDesign and Gertrude's Writing Room officially opening our doors! It's a great honour to be sharing such a beautifully creative space with Greg and Mary Lou! To find out more about RW Studios - click here! To… Continue reading Grand Opening of Gertrude’s Writing Room – Pics and More!
Friends, I can't tell you how many times I've started writing this blog post. Too many. My heart has been a flutterin' and my soul has been a flappin'. Many things have been going on in my life that at times, I want to share with you...and at times, I need to keep quietly within.… Continue reading On dream-development and forty and discipline…
Like chocolate... A delicious gift I was given just this morning after spending two glorious hours with a group of poets in a 'World of Poetry' class. I was invited to speak about poetry, and then participate in a salon-style poetry session. It was a perfect morning, really. I can talk about poetry and writing… Continue reading Plenty of Things
This time of year is hard for me. I'm tired - but not regular tired - shall I call it Winter-tired? My bones don't want to work with my muscles to do anything. My brain is a mess. My heart is heavy. As beautiful as this seemingly continuously falling snow is...my eyes see it but… Continue reading Tears for Fears and More
I feel different. How about you? Twenty-seventeen was a jarring blur most of the time. It was a year of grand opportunities resulting in grand failures that rocked me to my core. Life lessons burst[ed] (is that a word?) forth like flowers blooming in one of those time-lapse videos. If my life last year were… Continue reading Twenty-Eighteen, Baby