A misplaced rush of warm air
(Something alters in your smile)
A breath of misconceptions
(Brown eyes tinged with red)
An awkward dance as figures move
(No time for arguments or tears)
in opposite directions…
(No chance to put those fears to bed)
Archive for January, 2009
The Elevator
Posted in poetry on January 28, 2009 | 2 Comments »
The Fiction Class
Posted in Uncategorized on January 24, 2009 | 4 Comments »
I just finished reading ‘The Fiction Class’ by Susan Breen for my book discussion group in February and one of the themes I found remarkably consistent in the book is ‘what we write is who we are’. In the story, the main character, Arabella, has a somewhat difficult relationship with her mother, Vera. Vera, as [...]
Some Great Resources…
Posted in Uncategorized on January 20, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I spend a lot of time listening to podcasts at work, and it is sometimes from them that I have drawn some of my writing inspiration. Here is a list of some of my favorites:
Common Sense with Dan Carlin A bi-weekly podcast, usually about an hour long. What I consider to be my favorite podcast. [...]
The powers of spirit
Posted in Uncategorized on January 20, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Tomorrow will be an exciting and momentous day. While I know it won’t be the solution to all of the world’s problems, hopefully after eight years of destruction it’s a step in a positive direction…
Tonight, after roughly two years of practicing yoga, I finally decided to invest in a decent yoga mat. I have always [...]
Winter’s Lament
Posted in poetry on January 10, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
It’s just that when it came to you
the questions were left open..
If only I knew
what the ice cold shock of your heart
could do
maybe I could have escaped
a little less broken….
The Sweet Escape
Posted in Uncategorized on January 4, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Take me away, a secret place,a sweet escape, take me away, take me away, to better days, take me away,a hiding place….
~Natasha Bedingfield, A Pocketful of Sunshine
There are times in my life I wish I had the money to buy a little cabin near a river or beach. I would take a week off, pack [...]