Month: January 2007

Past perfect, present imperfect

On the perfect yellow rose rested a dewdrop as perfect as the rose in every way. It slid down the petal with a most perfect grace, then fell to the rich soil below, content to find its place. I will never be as perfect as the dewdrop, yet in my awkward way, I have my grace, and I shall be content, when that time comes to fall gently, but with dignity, into my place. FromLearn More

In the attic

We pack things into this keeper of castoffs, treasures fallen from favor, things no one wants to remember or forget. Letters and cards, photos of the loved, departed, clothes that no longer fit, traces of money earned, then lost or spent, yellowed magazines, books we’ll surely read again, and those no one will— manuscripts that didn’t sell. Seasons in a box come out to shine each winter from the back of the house’s mind, barelyLearn More

Edgar Allan Poe

Dear Mr. Poe, Thank you for the poetry, the stories, the mystery. Happy Birthday. Respectfully, a fan * * * The Raven (excerpt) And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from outLearn More

The naked truth

Truth doesn’t come in a pretty package tied up in wrapper and ribbon. Truth comes in a flash of insight, in words left unspoken. One might pray for truth yet never find it until ready, stretching, in a desperate, humble moment of surrender. Truth doesn’t enter the writer’s mind while she waits, pen poised to capture it. Truth comes in the dark of night, in a dream, or from the mouth of a child. ItLearn More

The unseen

When I’m invisible, I watch people go on living all around, unaware that I watch. Dropping their guard, they dance and flow and sing, full streams of clear water, bubbling. Only as long as I’m silent, apart, not a part of their lives, never entering their hearts. For when I begin to interact with people, and my cloak of invisibility falls away, I am revealed; and all that was real in them departs. People driftLearn More

Journals, past present future

Turtleheart asked in “Journaling Stuff” (link no longer active): “Do you regularly keep any kind of personal journal, online or off? What works best for you?” I started out journaling on looseleaf notebook paper, as a girl. Sometimes I bought colored paper or a spiral notebook for a change. Later I collected bound blank books to journal in, but I feel freer handwriting on plain lined yellow pads, because I don’t care if I scratchLearn More

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