I was given a lovely gift for my birthday! This is a poem by my friend and co-author Jimmie Bise. He just came off a month straight of writing a poem every day, and I was so honored when I received this from him. To My Friend, a Scientist, on Her Birthday You know all… Read More Celebrations and Poetry
This poem by William Allingham was shared by Tom Rogneby this morning, and I was quite taken with the imagery and enchantment of it, so I am sharing it here! Fairies Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren’t go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all… Read More Fairies
I shared this a few years back. Seemed like a good thing to feature again today. We know that when the clouds look darkest And spread their shade around If we could look beyond the portals, The sunshine would be found. And when the storm beats o’er us fiercely, Crushing our flowers to earth… Read More True Friendship’s Worth
It’s only a leaf. It was only a few moments, in the shade. It was only a short wait. It was only a pen, and paper, and the delicate fernlike leaf of the Daucus carota and inspiration… And then it was unfinished. Joyfully. Abandoned. In favor of the company of love. And now it… Read More Unfinished
Misha Burnett, on the other hand, is. A gifted poet. He’s written a series on poetry for the fiction author I think is well worth the time if you have the inclination to romance the language as you write. I do. Also, if you want some samples of the man’s talent, you should check… Read More I’m not a Poet, and I Know It
There was a meme going ‘round on social media recently I shared, because I liked it. It described a person’s traits in evocative words and terms, asking ‘what fits you best?’ with header words like woodsmoke, ink, saltwater, and such-like. My First Reader looked at it and pointed out that most of the sections were… Read More Woodsmoke and Violets
I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive,… Read More Fallen Ruin
I’m hoping my post at the Mad Genius Club today is reasonably coherent. I was in a mad rush to finish it, get one daughter to work, and then come home to get the other daughter and take her to work! Rushing, rushing… and today, which originally was mostly planned as a rest plus housework… Read More Rush, rush, rush
Written by Sanford Begley Cedar and I were out and I saw a little sign that said they had an app for something silly. I mentioned that I am starting to hate apps for everything, apps in general in fact. She said that apps were very useful, she was using one right then for studying,… Read More Curmudgeon’s Corner: Doggerel
My mother’s favorite song (one of them) from her favorite movie is My Favorite Things. When I posted a photo I’d taken yesterday to facebook, asking her to show it to my sister Juniper, I didn’t expect her to compose a new variant on the song, but it’s lovely, and I wanted to share it. Mom… Read More Raindrops on Juniper
I remember Invincibility I remember Eating everything I remember The fear in the eyes when we entered a buffet I remember Inexhaustibility I remember Celebrating every day I remember Three hours sleep was more than enough I remember Fearlessness I remember Walking Tall I remember Winning every fight, every game I remember Romance I remember… Read More Guest Poetry: I Remember
Yeah, this one was weird the first time around, too. But still, it’s a fun exercise. Most of my posts are about writing, or indie publishing, or things to do with the business side of the industry. But today I wanted to do something a bit different. I’m in school, taking two literature classes this… Read More Blast from the Past: Pulp SF Poetry