Soul deep storyteller and editor with a passion for social media, gardens, the South, French culture, art, and literary classics
The literary world attributes le mot juste, or “the exact word,” to 19th-century author Gustave Flaubert: “All talent for writing consists, after all, of nothing more than choosing words. It’s precision that gives writing power.” Beyond this pointed sentence, the author dropped plenty of good lines about style: “Style is as much under […]
The electricity buzzed out, Snuffing the dinner party; My mother frowned on linen napkins Carelessly thrown aside to drown In gravy dribbling porcelain plates; She died—what does it matter now? I divorced embossed stationery. The movers shattered my collection Of cobalt blue Haviland plates During my last run to nowhere. […]
T.S. Eliot popped into my mind today. After all, April begins. He called it the cruelest month. However, today my thoughts drift to two powerful lines that open Geoffrey Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales. Drink in the wonder. Change does not always necessitate pain—it can be beautiful. Embrace the season. Whan that Aprille […]
Poems (however you define them) pop up en masse—greeting cards, chipper FB graphics, literary zines, blogs, chapbooks, open mic nights. Heck, I once discovered a blog that featured a daily a.m. haiku homage to a young woman’s lover. The images grew tiresome after a few days—a sheet trailing carelessly to […]
I never toe-squished from a rocky shore To wade into a duck-and-water cover That would salvage my muddy, sidestepping soul. The Mississippi sun’s baptismal fire Plunged me into chlorined, green-tiled bliss, A state of grace fogging my plastic goggles. This daily meditation ran long and lean, Broken by 32 concrete-grazed […]
