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A Pantoum for Constance Demby

Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. A Pantoum for Constance Demby By Leigh Anne Caryl They said she died almost without notice Thank God her music lingers Beautiful transcendent videos Visuals of stained glass gothic cathedrals   Thank God her music lingers An unapologetic exploration of meditative melodies Lifting me above the Ethos Grand Visuals of stained glass gothic cathedrals   An unapologetic exploration of meditative melodies Beautiful transcendent videos Visuals of stained glass gothic cathedrals They said she died almost without notice ______________________________________ Tribute to a Marin County Friend I will never forget Leigh Anne Caryl is a pen name. This is her poetic inner child and muse that has been a lifelong writer and constant internal friend, who feels safe to reveal the emotions, and deepest secrets within her soul. Her first published poem was in 1989. She was printed…

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Divine Candy

Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. Divine Candy By Sandra de Helen On Route 66, Dead Man’s Curveour house with an outhouse on seven acreswith no running water,no candy store in sight.  We ate the eggs our chickens lay,beans, potatoes, and greensMom picked in the woods.No sweets except on holidays.  Grandma baked pies,Aunt Mame made candy:Chocolate fudge, peanut butter bars,and her heavenly divinity.  Billowy clouds of white sugar,studded with walnuts Mame herselfpicked out with her prized nutcracker set.  Black walnuts the family gathered togetherto gather from alongside gravel roadsof the nearby countryside.  Once each year every small familywithin our larger familywere gifted a decorated boxof Aunt Mame’s treasured sweets.  We rationed them, made them lastby savoring each bite with the mindfulnesswe’ve long since forgotten.  Only my sister and I are left to recallour Aunt Mame and her gifts.No one thought to ask…

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Instructions for See’s Candy: A Love Song Learned from My Mother

Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. Instructions for See’s Candy: A Love Song Learned from My Mother By Susy Pareto “Life is a box of chocolates. Here’s how you do it,” she said without another word. Pick up a piece.         chocolate filling         marzipan         truffle         bricklePause to note the smooth, warm texture between thumb and finger.  Now, bring it to your mouth,And slowly,           steadily,                      bite down. Teeth cut through the buttery darknessLike cutting blades on a garden clipperThe sweetness seeps out like sap           covers the tongue           coats the palate           transforms the sides into                    cool     …

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Inspiration

Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. Inspiration By Brenda Bellinger Toward the end of his life, my father, who used to enjoy painting, would often say he couldn’t “get in the mood” or “just lost interest.” His easel stood waiting, a blank canvas in place and a table of brushes and paints nearby. Sometimes, writing can feel that way, as though you’re engaged in a stare down with a blank screen. Which of you is going to win? You can wait to be inspired (it might be a while), you can use a writing prompt or you can just let your thoughts spill onto the page in a stream-of-consciousness fashion and see what shape they take. The thing about inspiration is that it’s bound to strike at an inopportune moment like when you’re in the shower or you’re driving or you’re in…

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The Smell of Old, Ancient Time

Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. The Smell of Old, Ancient Time By Mary E. O’Brien Old smells like perfume That’s past its life cycle The scent you get when you are Hoping for exquisite but discover stale.   Old is stale sheets that have absorbed The fevers and worries And peaceful slumbers of The maximum number of humans.  Old time has absorbed into its pores A thousand smiles, given in vain To cheer or to greet, Unreturned.  Old time is a black satin circle, Etched with circular lines that contain, Miraculously, violins piercing the sorry soul Or wandering heart.  Old, ancient time is beige sand Cradling the bones of saints and gladiators Clinging to crevices to keep their shame and secrets in the grave Which we all have a right to.  Old, ancient time smells like a baby’s hair. The very…

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A Day in Rome

Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. A Day in Rome By Rebecca Olivia Jones We arrive by taxi at our pensione in Rome. The taxi driver had been blowing his nose but he was helpful with the luggage. We check in at the front kiosk of what had been a convent. A couple of nuns assign us a room with two single beds. We are informed of a continental breakfast in the kitchen 6:00 am-8:00 am and the rules that include making your bed each day and leaving the building by 9:00. Be back before 10:00 pm when the front door is locked. The pensione is located up the street from the Forum, across the cobblestone street from an ancient church with a Gothic bell tower and near a tiny restaurante that makes fresh pasta. For two days we hike the hills…

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Gratitude

Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. Gratitude By Kathryn Petruccelli Spring in a cold place. Which means everything is so heartbreakingly tender—tulips lifting their dusky prom skirts, dandelions twinkling in their green sky. I’ve lived here a little while, this rural New England town, its six months of winter, a place accustomed to waiting for beauty to appear. I’ve left somewhere I loved to move far away in service to a restless heart, the bonus draw of family. In the time since, I’ve witnessed a father-in-law dissolve from brain cancer, a second-born survive the bypass machine, tiny heart sewn back together. Walking through the park with the baby, I call a friend back home to catch her up, or to remember who I am, or to plead with her to come visit and if she can’t, at least to understand. The wheels…

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Gimme Shelter

Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. Gimme Shelter By William Frank Hulse III  When we’re watching a movie from the comfort of our recliners, relaxed and mellow, my bride will become frustrated when the hero does something physically impossible. For me it’s the magic of movies. I don’t believe it for a second, but the scenes are fun and allow me to freestyle through the adventure. Since I almost always immerse myself in a character, I want to enjoy moments of charmed innocence, believing everything I see and hear and feel.  It has a gauzy sheer that stays in place, even when the curtains go up. It helps give the events an element of reality that only lasts until the closing credits roll. When Nancy gets uptight about the science friction, I remind her, “Suspend your disbelief.” I enjoy being drawn into the story….

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You’ve Got It, Child

Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. You’ve Got It, Child By Elizabeth Kirkpatrick-Vrenios I am full of gratitude for the restless sea, sky butter-milked with clouds, the gentle love of a girl named Shih Tzu. What can I do to reach out from this bliss to the needy world? I have given you all you need. What am I supposed to feel right now? Feel what you will, it is all important or not. What can I do to move over the hurdle of this chaos? There is no chaos, only change.  You may not be around for the end, only enjoy what is the now. Sometimes I cannot reseed the patches of my life. Do not carve your initials in the tree or scrape your name in the dust, your footsteps do not matter.  No one will care. All will be…

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Fortunes I Did Not Get In Cookies

Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. Fortunes I Did Not Get In Cookies By DSBriggs A wise man marries a wiser woman. You will get good news; and you will recognize it. If you miss your bus, start walking. A book returned is a friendship kept. Get a dog, it will save you. Blood is thicker than water but only Vampires should care. Delight in today; for tomorrow is no guarantee. Buy a car for its usefulness; not for its beauty. The One that got away is not the One for You. A blind man cannot see beyond his fingers. Asking for help is a sign of strength but ignoring it can be a weakness. A half full glass can be emptied and refilled. A wise animal is better than a noisy friend. Luck is knowing when to walk away. Keep a…