Daily Archives: March 3, 2017

First past the post

Geoff Le Pard kindly (and I use that term loosely…) named me as one of his victims in Sarah Brentyn’s ‘first post revisited’. While it can sometimes be pleasant to revisit old work, at other times it can make you … Continue reading

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Guest author: Michael Dellert – What is the Title of My Book?

I was recently asked where the title for my new book, The Wedding of Eithne, came from, and what it meant to me. I only had about 100 words to answer that question, but it set me to thinking about … Continue reading

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Spring by Trent McDonald #writephoto

Photo ©Sue Vincent “The guide book says this has been a sacred spot for millennia.  There are shrines and crap dating to the Neolithic around these springs.  Stupid primitives, praying to water.  Come on!  The others went this way.” Margaux … Continue reading

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Dandelion

Originally posted on Colleen Briggs:
Enter a captionSacred Center Holds (2); 2017; 14.75″ x 18.5″; watercolor & acrylic Do I truly believe… when the sacred center shatters, when hope is flung like dandelion parachutes into frigid wind, when all presses…

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Vintage

Some are old when they’re young, Some are young when they’re old And the years mark no more Than the passage of time. Where youth can be timourous, Age can be bold And its journey through life Runs from laughter … Continue reading

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Spring by E.R. Smith #WritePhoto

Spring into Renewal   Spring into renewal; leap with the force of your being gather the wisdom of the ages, change the tired of seeing Bound to depths of wells holding past imaginings; dreams woven in youth Continue reading: #WritePhoto

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Six second memory

“You’re in goldfish mode again, aren’t you?” My brain-injured son looks smug. I raise my eyes to the heavens. He’s right, I have completely forgotten half the things he just asked me to do. He takes a great and unholy … Continue reading

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