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“Into the Beautiful…”
1540 (As Imperceptibly as Grief) - By Emily Dickinson As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy— A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun, Or Nature spending with herself Sequestered Afternoon— The Dusk drew...
Porch Swing in September
Porch Swing in September by Ted Kooser The porch swing hangs fixed in a morning sun that bleaches its gray slats, its flowered cushion whose flowers have faded, like those of summer, and a small brown spider has hung out her web on a line between porch post and chain...
Three Poetry Contests
Friends, I wanted to bring to your attention three poetry contests: Dignity not Detention - A prize of $500 and publication in Poetry International will be given for a single poem written for refugees currently being detained pending their hearings. (A similar prize...
Friday Favorites
Friends, I am excited to share I am joining Lisa Deam at The Contemplative Writer this year! I will be contributing to the Friday Favorites for Prayer and Writing, as well as writing a monthly article. Please join us there! Click here to read this week's first Friday...
Announcement!
I have an exciting announcement: I will be joining Lisa Deam at The Contemplative Writer this year! Each week, I will be contributing to the Friday Favorites post, and I will be contributing a post or article each month. I hope you'll join me there-- and take a look...
Article at Redbud Post
Read my article at the Redbud Post.... You Rock, Abigail Once upon a time, there was a woman whose name was Abigail. Abigail not only was beautiful, but also very wise. Abigail was the apple of her parents’ eyes. They delighted to watch her grow in grace and...
Did Jesus Laugh? (guest post for Art of Taleh)
Today, I have the privilege of sharing a piece I wrote for The Art of Taleh blog today and my friend, Michelle Reyes. *** I love to laugh. Who doesn’t like to laugh? Maybe an old scrooge, or a sour old person? Granted, any one of us embittered in the toils and trials...
Streams of Amber (poem)
Streams of Amber When love’s fingertips brush fields, purple, amber and golden streams flow, trickle down to hungry souls, drip into an earth permeable to tears of human feet and ambered grace of grains transformed into red, white and blue frosted independence day...
Scenes from a Lake
Summer means a trip to a lake. If you look carefully in the right third and about 2/3 way down, you'll see a redwing blackbird sitting on these tall grasses or reeds. And of course, what lake visit isn't complete without a giant pink flamingo floatie big enough for...
Quotes About Reading and a Reading Life
“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies . . . The man who never reads lives only one.” – George R.R. Martin “Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.” – Lemony Snicket “You can never get a cup of tea large enough or...
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