I Was Caught
March Slice of Life No. 19 EN leans in toward me, swinging his leg off the edge of a grown-up chair. His eyes are laughing as he puts his hand up near his mouth like he is about to tell an important secret. "Gramma." I motion a quiet sign to remind him to keep his...
Twilight
March Slice of Life No. 18. So the evening and the morning were . . . And God saw that it was good. --Gen. 1 twilight diffused-light candle between sun and moon and sun daybreak to sunrise, sunset to nightfall stars hide and return, sun rises and sets slowly...
On a Book Cover
March Slice of Life No. 17 * Celebrate This Week. I found my slice on a book cover. I was sorting through a dozen randomly organized books. [Isn't that an oxymoron?] These books are on a the shelf next to the place where my carry-on bag waits in my office for my...
Slicing, Laughing, Blessing
March Slice of Life No. 16 * Poetry Friday. I. Slicing with green-- I have already selected something green to wear on Saturday, lest I forget and one of my kids or grandkids come by. I know they won't forget. And since Saturday is St. Patrick's Day, I'm celebrating...
Hundreds of Cast-Offs
March Slice of Life No. 15. We arrived late afternoon for our annual end-of-summer beach week. We unpacked. [Funny how two words represent over an hour's worth of work.] Then we eagerly headed to the path that would take us through waving sea grasses, over a small...
Pigs, Mansions, Weddings in Islip
March Slice of Life No. 14. Thinking about writing, I open Country Life in American (1913) to the last article I had been reading. I turn a few digital pages to "Inside the House that Jack Built." "Chapter IV. The Owner's Bedroom," part of a series, is featuring...
Pink or Copper
March Slice of Life No. 13. I watch the jet bridge for Gate A28 move slowly like a giant arm toward us, latching onto our plane. The seat belt sign blinks off with a ding. Buckle clicks in rapid fire follow. In a single automatic move -- quick and sweeping -- I rise...
Talking Crow
March Slice of Life No. 12. I. Relaxing in lawn chairs, we soak up the warm March sun. EM is bouncing around, shooting hoops, rolling on her belly on the basketball, sitting on the porch steps. II. Caw...caw! Caw...caw! The raucous call of a crow comes from the walnut...
Country Spring, 1913
March Slice of Life No. 10. Evening came and I had not written a slice. I wondered, what should I write? Blank. I only knew that it would be short. I thought about today being the 9th day of March and my name being Nine. That idea lasted about nine seconds. Then I...
In the Sycamore’s Shadow
March Slice of Life No. 9 * Poetry Friday. During the month of February I participated in Laura Shovan's 6th Annual February Poetry Project. On Day 11, Linda Baie provided a pencil drawing as our prompt. Linda received the pencil drawing, "Monday" by L. D. Wight,...
My Daddy’s Golden Shovel
March Slice of Life No. 8. What's a golden shovel? It's a poem. Last month during Laura Shovan's poetry challenge, I read a number of shovel poems. I did some searching and learned that the "Golden Shovel" is actually a poem written by Terrance Hayes and that...
Beer-Ox
March Slice of Life No. 7. Tonight we had beer-ox! Some people call them bierocks, pronounced /brocks/. Some people call them piroshki. My grandkids call them meat pockets. I have a favorite memory. Really it is an accumulative memory of balmy afternoons that included...
Brumation
March Slice of Life No. 6. I learned a new word. The text A limerick by Diane Mayr There once was a 'gator named Nathan who eschewed the state of brumation. He skied and he skated-- and was truly elated-- to became an Olympic sensation. The word burmation. Chunked it...
Epitaph for the Snows
March Slice of Life No. 5. This will be my final post about snow for Winter 2017-18. The life and times of the Snows begin on February 19th and end on 28th. MONDAY Our world awakes to a thin white blanket. 9:30 AM. My grandkids build a "partially brown snowman" in...
Song of Joy
March Slice of Life No. 4. In February, I joined Laura Shovan's poetry challenge. Each day we were presented visual art as a prompt to draft an ekphrastic poem. On Day 17, Tricia Stohr-Hunt shared "The Tall White Sun" (1917), a painting by Charles E. Burchfield....
Cornbread Saturday
March Slice of Life No.3 * Celebrate This Week. I'm sharing a slice and celebrating comfort on this Saturday morning with a cup of coffee and a wedge of cornbread drizzled with warm cream and maple syrup. There are some days that are comfort days, like Saturdays....
No Snow for Me
Poetry Friday * March Slice of Life No. 2. "Today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is youer than you." Dr. Suess, Happy Birthday to You During February, I wrote poetry with a wonderful community of poets. On Day 21, Rebecca...
Launching SOLSC18
March Slice of Life No. 1. It's already March 1 in EST zone. And since I live in the northwest, three hours behind EST, I take advantage of this to be an "early slicer." Tonight I'm sitting in an easy chair, drafting this slice on my laptop. Earlier we had sandwiches...
A Month of Writing
Slice of Life. I. Wednesday will be the last day in Laura Shovan's February Annual Poetry Writing Project. February has been a great month of sustained poetry writing, spontaneously responding daily to a random visual art prompt. Every day for 26 days (soon to be...
Girlhood Memories
Poetry Friday * Celebrate this Week * Spiritual Journey. A poem became a song and is sung around the world. I have a girlhood memory, or perhaps I should say a repeated memory, or maybe it's really a string of memories that telescope into one, of my...
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