Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: March 11, 2009
Snowy wonderland
of castles
pyramids
gleaming towers
reaching to the sky,
kissing the sun
in a glassy world.
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: March 11, 2009
"In order for a flower to bloom, you must plant a seed and let it grow."
-Deborah Farber
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: March 8, 2009
Writing is my voice. It is my way of acknowledging my mistakes, accomplishments, disappointments and challenges.
Writing is my coping mechanism. It helps me cope with the difficulties which I face during this stressful time.
Writing is meditation. It is the flow of images and thoughts from my head to words on paper.
Writing is communication. It is how I share my experiences with friends and family.
Writing is reaching out to others. It is the way which I help others make sense of their lives.
Writing is a motivational tool. It helps me cheer myself up, celebrate my accomplishments, express my gratitude, inspire myself, and solve problems.
Writing energizes me. It frees my mind to think creatively about solutions to problems I confront.
Writing is a commitment. It is a promise I make to myself to be truthful about painful mistakes, lessons learned, friendships lost and dreams unrealized which only make me stronger. It allows me to process my story as it unfolds and shed light on the positive side of life.
Writing is my life.
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: February 22, 2009
The rain pelts the roof
creating a rushing river
where the street once was
leaving a soggy mess
in its wake.
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: February 15, 2009
A good friend
A funny movie
Laughing
Sharing
Tales of romance
and heartbreak
Pain and joy
Personal
and intimate
in a dark car
on a private street
making
Valentine’s Day Special
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: February 14, 2009
I went digging through my old writing files the order day and unearthed some poems I had collected several years ago. I’ve posted these pages several pages of poetry written some years ago.
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: February 1, 2009
I added some stories inspired by The Writer’s Idea Book and dreams I’ve had. The stories are broken down into several sequential parts, beginning with “The Power of Positive Thinking”, continuing with “Writing is Hard” Please scroll down to Pages to find these entries.
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: January 28, 2009
Since I only work part-time right now, I have had a lot of time to read. Along the way, I’ve discovered some gems out there and a few disappointments. I belong to a children’s/young adult book club that meets once a month to discuss the month’s selection or share our own recommendations.
Non-fiction
Dewey, the Small-Town Library Cat that Changed America by Vicki Myron and Brett Witter, is a charming tale of how a stray cat comes to live in the library of Spencer, Iowa. The true story transcendes the animal story genre and even non-animal lovers will feel a connection with this unusual cat who becomes part of a community.
The History of Last Night’s Dream by Rodger Kamenetz is a fabulous work, especially if you are interested in dream psychology. It is one man’s journey to discover the hidden link between his dreams and his spiritual path.
Fiction
You Had Me at Halo by Amanda Ashby is a humorous tale of death, revenge and romance. Told in the voice of Holly Evans, a 22 year old, who is thought to have committed suicide two days ago, is barred from heaven until she resolves her earthly issues. Subsequently she is sent down to earth to set the record straight and figure out the cause of her death–for two days. The only problem is that she can’t come back in her own body, since she’s dead. Instead, she occupies the body of Vince, a former co-worker and childhood friend whom she ignored in life. Thought to have died at Holly’s funeral, Vince only passes out and regains consciousness later that day in the hospital. That’s when things turn hilarious. As time starts ticking, she must convince her former colleagues and friends that she didn’t kill herself and find out who did. In the process, she discovers that there’s more to life than meets the eye and it doesn’t hurt to put yourself in someone else’s shoes for a day or two either.
Children’s
But, Not Buddy by Christopher Paul Curtis is a charming story about 10-year old Buddy Caldwell, author of Buddy Caldwell’s Rules and things for Having a Funner Life and Making a Better Liar Out of Yourself. Set in 1936, Flint, Michigan, Ten year old Bud is an orphan who has run away from his foster family after a severe punishment, on a quest to find Herman E. Calloway, the man who must be his father. Although his mother never told him the name of his father before her death, she left a a flyer advertising Herman E. Calloway’s band, Dusky Devastators of the Depression lying around. As a result, he heads toward Grand Rapids, Michigan, where his father’s band plays. Along the way, he meets a delightful cast of characters and he finds the family he’s been looking for.
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: January 26, 2009
I decided to change the look of my blog and give it a cleaner, crisper appearance. I am always trying to do that with my stuff, but I feel like I am falling short some how. I know how to organize, I just don’t want to spend so much time doing it. But that’s the way of the world. As soon as one pile of papers are put into a folder, another pile forms behind it. What happened to becoming a “paperless” world? I fear it is in the same category as a time machine. I am still waiting for the flying cars to get to work . . . .
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: January 26, 2009
Me: Hello, fatigue, what’s new today?
Fatigue: Nothing, just sitting around kickin’ back.
Me: But that’s what you did yesterday.
Fatigue: What can I say, I like routine.
Me: Well, I think you spend way too much time doing nothing. You need a job.
Fatigue: I have a job, but it is on an as-needed basis, such a drag.
Me: So what you are saying is, you hang around even when you aren’t needed?
Fatigue: Yep.
Me: Well that is going to be a problem, then.
Fatigue: Your problem, not mine.
Me: We’ll see about that.
Fatigue: What are you going to do about it?
Me: Kick your butt!
Fatigue: (cracking up)
Me: What’s so funny?
Fatigue: It’s just humorous that you are going to kick my butt
Me: Well you may be laughing now, but just you wait until I get through with you.
Fatigue (backing up, as I lift my leg in his direction): I was just making a joke, no need to resort to violence.
Me: Well I’m not. Pow!
Fatigue (falls to the floor).
Me: So who’s tough now?
Fatigue (weakily): you are. Wow you really kicked me hard, I’ve got a major headache right now. Catch you later.
Me: Not too soon, if I have anything to do with it.
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