It’s the last blog of the year so it feels like it should be important. But it isn’t. Sorry. No big news to report. No ambitious resolutions to tell you about. As my friend Tena Russ posted on FB, “I don’t have resolutions. I have vague intentions.” I did have a poem published in December; if you want to check it out, visit Dodging the Rain and read "When I said I love you." Disclaimer: it isn't very jolly. 2020. I guess if anything, I will take the year literally and … [Read more...]
Inspiration, gratitude, and action
October finishes on an upbeat for me. How about for you? The trees here are a spectacle of color. Last weekend was Open House Chicago and we got our merry band back together and visited places in Beverly, Englewood, and Bronzeville. Favorite sites were St. Benedict the African Roman Catholic Church in Englewood and Boxville Marketplace in Bronzeville where I got to meet the artist Edo. This month two verses have made themselves known to me and I wanted to share them … [Read more...]
September’s events and poetry
I can’t let the month of September go by without one post. So I’m sharing a photo from Laura Rodley with the hope that it inspires me to stay busy (as a beaver). Thank-you Laura for sending this photo! This month I continued to write and submit and my writers group (The Writers) started up. The Writers is looking for new members. So if you live in the Chicago area and can meet Wednesday mornings, think about applying. Let me know if you have questions. Also in September … [Read more...]
New poem by Laura Rodley: The Pear Eaters
The Pear Eaters On raised legs the foxes slide their incisors over hard green pears suspended on the stem, still so firmly attached they do not fall to the ground to be finished off. Others fall, that foxes leave, having eaten carousels of bite-fulls, leaving others to the groundhog. I leave the incisored ones on the branch, rescue those untouched to bring inside to ripen. © Laura Rodley, 2019 Laura Rodley is a Massachusetts poet whose latest … [Read more...]
A childhood poem and two calls for submission
Hey there! I know, I know – it’s August 21 and I am writing my first post for the month—yeesh. I don’t have any excuse except that I’ve been looking for solace in this crazy world and coming up short. How about you? I am hoping you are not bogged down by reality. Back in July, I had a poem about my childhood in The Writer’s Café Magazine. The call was for submissions about landscape and maps so I sent in a poem about walking to grade school – it’s called “To … [Read more...]
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