Dear Malakai, So I hear tell that you’ve started on a wonky, crazy, brandSpanking new, maybe scary, but somewhat exciting, God-trusting adventure. We’ve needed a kiddo like you in the ranks - an eager, willing, chasing after God sorta young feller. But hey, before I […]
Even though I wrote this piece five years ago, as I blew the dust off and read it this morning, it’s still applicable today, armpit and all. (I updated the dates though.) . . Here is the poem I left on the bathroom counter for my […]
Handle my broken? You’re kidding, right? I’ll sweep, gentle-like, sharp shards of glass; replace with glue, a mug’s cracked handle; tape a page, nearly tore in two — but staunch the wounds of my own heart? It’s not possible, plausible, sensible that I’m worth any […]
jeans jeans everywhere the jeans - city, country especially there - rural folk wear ’em Friday and don’t call it casual - because it’s the same as every other day where they work. ride. live. breathe. . . . . . work hard, play harder […]
You turn. Go back. My lonely owns today’s dirt road. I need wiggle room . to roam about with- out anyone watching me spray dust, freedom fast. . Wait. Climb inside and roll down that window - tell the wind to chase us wild. .
Dr. Alan Harris is the author, illustrator, and literal voice behind the Tales of Larkin book/audio book series. In addition (and I’m sure much to his excitement and wonder of all wonders), he’s also the seventh author in my interview series, Pickin’ An Author’s Knows. He […]
elastic topped, sheer silk, lace-edged, rides high among black skirts, button-ups, . jeans, faded towels, bed sheets - wooden clipped to clothesline - quivering, a slip. . .. . Photo(and)PoetryPrompt: Air.Breath.Wind at TweetSpeakPoetry . .
About a dozen years older than us, he was our first post-college friend – and he was kin to my husband. With him, we spent days (and sometimes nights) exploring via 4WD pick-ups in the deep woods near Mt. St. Helens — during the times he lived with […]
Morning rolls over mountains sigh throwing off fog blankets. Sunlight wakes melting frost, golden grows. Wipe the bleary. Open curtains, reveal day. . . . .
As part of my Pickin’ An Author’s Knows interview series, I’ve wrangled Dr. Alan Harris, author, full-time veterinarian, and homeschooling father of six. He lives in South Carolina and thus far has penned three Tales of Larkin books - a series about one-inch tall people who live in the […]
I’m not all up on fairies and glitter dust and satin dresses and all that fluff. And for this photo/poetry prompt, I didn’t find the image I snapped a couple years ago of tiny mushrooms in the paddock (that grew on a rotten log and horse manure). Not much […]
As a rule, winter mornings are gray. And with our place on valley’s edge, fog climbs up and rolls across and sneaks in and sometimes stays until sunset. Today the trees pushed through dawn’s heralding din. March. March. March. As if up the side they stomped. Gah! Retreat into […]
