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Home – This Is The Plan…

It sounds like a great idea...

It sounds like a great idea…

I’m going home–to clarify, the home I lived in most of my life as a child. I have owned it since my Mom died and always intended to use it as a retreat. Life got in the way.

Now I return to start the process of cleaning it out and getting ready to list it. Ghastly prospects looms as this task is daunting. But this week, I will let you in on a secret. I’m going to write there.  Cleaning will have to wait.

Oh sure, I will pretend to be going through things, but, and this is just between you and me, I’m going to work on existing projects and finalize them. By next week this time I will have:

  • a poetry how-to book,
  • a chapter from a memoir that just may save your life,
  • a vignette from a novella that will make you cry,
  • and 8 poems completed for a sketchbook project due in August–Love Motion No. 5.

Or maybe not…

Stay tuned…



Happiness is…

… hang tags.  Of late, my obsession with them runs somewhat amuck. I use them all the time as note cards, as quote reminders, as art. Yes, they are now part of my collage work.

Musical metaphor

Musical metaphor

If you’re looking for a convenient way to catch fleeting fragments, why not grab a handful and stick them in your pockets or purses?  Today, I noticed these lying on a sketch I’ve been working on. The simplicity caught my attention. The fragment is from an older journal entry and was inspired by a poem by Tony Hoagland – ‘How It Adds Up.”  


In Hoagland’s poem…

Happiness, Joe says, is a wild red flower
plucked from a river of lava
and held aloft on a tightrope
strung between two scrawny trees
above a canyon
in a manic-depressive windstorm.

My poem, devoid of such vivid imagery, leans towards a musical metaphor…more towards the reality of those invisible intangibles that may or may not be real.

Happiness is a past summer’s day
The shadow of a wren dances amidst the frets of twigs
Accompanies the far-off lilt of an owl — relentless insistence–
Who. Who. Who?
To which I–reading scrambled scripted notes–
Chant the chorus… Adagio…always in adagio…
Why?    Why…   Why

As you can see, I ‘m editing this even as I write this post. The process of revision relentless as your vision becomes clearer with each subtle change.

Your mission…should you choose to accept it… Pick up pen, write me a fragment. Hang tags of the world — UNITE!


Not Writing a Book in My Head -day 30

This is last Writing prompt for 2014 National Poetry Month. I thought this posted yesterday but stayed in draft it seems. The prompt is a beginning collage piece with handwritten Love in Kanji. The page is in a small handmade journal and will feature unique collages throughout.

During this month, I have offered little direction or additional promoting. My purpose in doing this is not to direct your thoughts into what the prompt reminded me of. What your thoughts are is where you need to start. In the next few weeks I will share completed works and offer additional insight into capturing your fleeting thoughts.

When I began working on the morning write today I thought of the many forms love assumes. From passionate fire to mutual admiration to agape the word love conjures many dreams. As I progressed I received news that my best friend for over40 years

Writable About - Love in Palimpsest

Writable About – Love in Palimpsest

imagehas the big A word. Alzheimer’s. A death sentence of becoming encased in an ever darkening tomb where no light .  I feel my job is to stand watch and to keep throwing logs on the fire in a futile attempt to keep the light source from becoming cold ash. I want a white heat flame. I want an endless supply of hardwood.  My wants  I find myself focused on how this affects me. I will regroup later today. For now, I wallow in self pity. Not the place I want to be when I think of love. And that was the topic.  Love. The many faces of multi-faceted love.   Write.

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Not Writing A Book In My Head – Day 29

Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

Elizabeth Gilbert’s post (link below) gives the most poignant example of “keeping a stiff upper lip” as I’ve ever seen. Come up with words to describe the resolve it takes to accept things as they are and move on. Explore the meanings of resignation. What part does your faith play in overcoming adversity?  Write about courage. Write about cowardice. Explore both sides of the issue – the attacker, the attacked.  National Poetry Month is drawing to a close. Explore your writings this month and find the common thread, the links you discover as you expand your writing string. What twists and knots tangle you up?  What brews…ready to percolate ?

Writable About - from Elizabeth Gilbert Post on April 28, 2014.

Writable About – from Elizabeth Gilbert Post on April 28, 2014.

Not Writing a Book in My Head – Day 27

Old journal entries are great fodder. My poems in cursive as well as other entries are usually difficult to read. Deciphering in and if itself becomes an art form. I have used the ripe peach metaphor a few times. I know it can be trite as it’s so obviously not about a peach but in journal entries going with the flow is the whole point. In revision clarity evolves if the stars are aligned and you are willing to sacrifice your first born. Just kidding. The point, though, is the first thoughts contain the seeds. You’ve got a lot of tilling to do to get any fruit. Cheers. Hope these writing prompts are helping you get through National Poetry Month.

Writable about Prompt 27 - it's not about a peach.

Writable about Prompt 27 – it’s not about a peach.

Not Writing a Book in My Head – Prompt 26

This morning my cat, Elvis, reminded me of a ship’s masthead sitting on the sea of my unmade bed. My bedroom is teeming with books and often a cat or two takes over my space. What does your bedroom hold?  Speak in metaphors. Tell me what moves you to poetry here.

Not Writing a Book in My Head - Prompt 26

Writable About. Sleeping with books and cats.



Not Writing A Book in My Head – Day 25

I’m also a painter and my studio is a complete wreck from too many overlapping projects. Writing prompts and projects of collage are beckoning and layers of unearthed treasures in my clutter are appearing.  I noticed this arrangement of things and decided it would make a inspiring prompt since it’s a poem by a friend who’s a wonderful poet, Linda Eve Diamond.

Her book, The Beauty of Listening, combines visual poems and a variety of forms interspersed with thought-provoking graphics. I’ll post links in more detailed posts as you simply must hear Linda read.  Her enunciation and lilt enhance the poetic experience in many ways.

As a firm believer that poets should speak their work aloud to insure against faltering or unintended  breakages, I find that Linda proves that listening is in itself an art form that readers will enjoy as she reads her work. Whether being read or being heard, her poems inspire.

Writable About - handwritten Love Letters

Writable About – handwritten Love Letters

Love Letters by Linda Eve Diamond

Love Letters by Linda Eve Diamond

Not Writing a Book in your Head – Day 23

Inspiration often arrives from place. Today’s writing prompt came from the corner of the May/June issue of Poets and Writers Magazine.  Where we write  caught my attention as a cover item and the article by Julene Bair reeled me in. My studio is in a local landmark of national significance–a terrific place to write for many reasons. Where do you write?  Tomorrow is Poem in Your Pocket Day. Will you write some place special or share poetry about place?

Writable About - prompt 23.  Delaware -- I Write in the First State.

Writable About – prompt 23. Delaware — I Write in the First State.

Not Writing A Book In My Head – Day 22

As an artist, projects can be inspiring and they can also be draining. Having finished a commission provides a sudden lift. This poem of three lines offered a chance to create something that expressed this feeling.   Writing prompts can come from many sources.

Writeable About Day 22  Wings collage.

Writeable About Day 22 Wings collage.

Not Writing a Book in My Head – Day 20

Easter Sunday used to be a day for new bonnets and hats. Wearing gloves and new Easter outfits was the norm as well as Easter egg hunts and decorated hard boiled eggs. What traditions do you celebrate and remember? The writing prompt for National Poetry Month today features an old hymn which was a southern revival tradition. What are the traditional and ceremonial songs that you recall. Write about them.

Writable about- prompt 20 faithful songs

Writable about- prompt 20 faithful songs