At the Sun Music Hall, the best seat in the house is the couch. I shared one with a new mom and her babe while waiting to hear OneBeat: 32 musicians from 21 countries making music in a cultural exchange that’s sponsored by the U.S. State Department as a diplomatic person-to-person initiative. But I had […]
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Archive for September, 2012
Walk the plank or run while you can. It was a bad idea, even worse because it was pouring rain.
1. Said to Joe on the Parkway while carrying a bunch of just picked apples back to our car: I think it’s interesting that booty and bounty sound so much alike. 2. I tested THIS post, paragraph by paragraph, and, according to the “Who Do you Write Like?” site, I’m a cross between Kurt Vonnegut, […]
I want to steal the word “blue” into every poem I write the way a Hopi weaves a signature with a bead outside the pattern I want to leave a kernel of its clarity in every verse I compose study its contradictions and versatility One day blue is sad the next, the sky is filled […]
Irish reels are fun, but I like laments the best, songs sung without accompaniment and with a haunting rhythmic lilt, airs that make pathways to the past, pied piper penny whistles that call me to my heritage, other-worldly uilleann pipe that cry for lost memories and lyrics that tell my family’s history. “We Irish like […]
I’m up too early, awakened by what sounded like a squirrel moving furniture on the roof and me fretting about a non-refundable plane ticket I booked late last night for a November wedding in Massachusetts. Still groggy, rocking in the kitchen rocking chair in my bathrobe, I remember a dream and tell it to Joe. […]
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1. The soundtrack of September is cracking nuts. The squirrels gather them up and drop them on our shed roof to break. 2. What will they think of next? Take a look at THIS guitar boat. 3. Maybe what they will think of next is vases made of soap that look like porcelain heirlooms. See […]
Wordless Wednesday This and That
Shouting out “dolphin” at Bethany Beach is not the same as shouting “fire” in the theater But soon the word catches and spreads Fingers point, necks crane Only the seagulls scream _____________________________ A five minute poem written at the beach on September 12, 2012. Other dVerse poets sharing open link pub are HERE.
Camelot Lancelot The Holy Pail The Sunhat Mail A Seagull Vigil A Secret Tunnel A Knight in Shining Feathers —————————————– Post Note: Watch a comical crab do slapstick HERE. See other Our World Tuesday posts HERE.
Shadow Shot Sunday. Read about our trip to Monticello, home of Thomas Jefferson, HERE.
I had never heard of Giant Cell Myocarditis until our friend Jesse was struck with it. It’s a rare viral infection of the heart that is generally fatal without a heart transplant. Nobody knows why Jesse, a vibrant 30 year old, contracted the illness, but he did. He was working with my husband at Inward […]
1. Sometimes I watch the blog like a clock. What time is it? It’s 3 comments. 2. I recently got a phone call for one of my online alter-ego Colleen Redmans. She’s an active Democrat from Alaska who was married to a Jim Redman (my brother’s name) who recently passed away. Another Colleen Redman alter-ego […]
It took Thomas Jefferson 40 years to finish Monticello because the self-taught architect kept changing his mind. I recently visited the Charlottesville, Virginia, working farm and estate of our 3rd president, the subject of my 4th grade oral report that first made me aware of my fear of public speaking. He wasn’t so much of […]
The Rose Knows The Power of Purple The Morning Glory Tells its Story Mum’s the Word