Writing Roadblocks: Recovering from Life’s Left Hooks
Waiting for the words to come… Sometimes life delivers a punch that knocks you flat and it’s hard to get your feet under you and get back to the writing again. I don’t talk much about my personal life. Mainly because writing about that includes people close to me and I don’t want to violate their privacy. This was particularly true of my husband. I sometimes wrote poetry about him, but never firmly defined who the poems were about or that they were anything more than fictional. That seemed a good way to process what I needed to process and shield him. In February his condition took a downturn and…
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Blessing the Hounds
The red fox has gone to ground,leaving two old dogs,gray muzzle and gray beard,prowling the parlor rugfor scent gilded memories. They have no thanks to give this year,sit out hunting season dozing by her picture.Awaiting hunt master’s final horn,the only blessing they seek–answering his home call together. ~Nara Malone Some shades of gray in here for dVerse Poets Form for All and 55 words for the G-Man’s Friday 55. Drop by to see what others wrote or to join the fun yourself.
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Timelines
Lines |shared via CC license by laprimadonna on Flickr – Photo Sharing! 1. Okra When I think of how life used to be, the okra summer comes to mind. There was a big crop the year I turned three and a bumper crop of new rules to learn, as there is with every year of growing. Even though I know nothing that shade of green can taste remotely pleasant, I was not allowed to say so. Even though I didn’t eat hairy food or green food or slimy food, and even though okra fit all three of those categories, I had to eat it or no one could have ice…