[Reblog] upstream — anne a p a r t

This piece evoked all kinds of memories for me, so it felt very much like anne was writing directly to me (she wasn’t, of course, but that makes it all the more notable for that reason).

Without going into details of my own too far, it conjured up memories: traipsing around Swede Hollow in my 20s, before they’d cleaned it up in earnest and really turned it into a useable park, and memories of fly-fishing for trout along Fishtail Creek in Montana with my great uncle, a man who always had a story to tell (and had a katana from WWII that I always coveted as a child).

Anyway, anne knocks this one out of the park as far as I am concerned. Check it out if you have five minutes to spare in the next few days.

Aidy and her grandfather walk memory lane and get their feet wet in the process. Grief, flash fiction, 5 minutes.

upstream — anne a p a r t

[reblog] weekly prompt for february 25th — anne a p a r t

As I’ve been telling folks lately, I’m spreading out a bit to try and get some fresh perspectives on writing and the writing community: some of it via Instagram, some of it via Twitter, some of it with exploring Facebook (but mostly for referrals, rather than writing) — links for all other accounts are in the header, if you are interested.

But I didn’t post this to talk about me.

Continue reading [reblog] weekly prompt for february 25th — anne a p a r t

[Reblog] Nobody Reads — chrisnelson61

Chris and I keep surprising ourselves (or, I’m constantly surprised, anyway) and just how often we have something that comes up that one of us will say, “Hey, I remember that” and the other will respond with, “No way! I thought I was the only person who…”

All very odd for two people who have never met in real life, but only in the blogosphere.

It usually is shared music experiences but, not infrequently, we also share some thought processes as well. This is one of those posts/poems that had me bobbing my head in agreement.

Nobody really reads Anymore And I sit here with my pen And page Quartz-white and aching With the longing to be heard With the longing for the scratches Of life and love and pain To leave their trail  Like the snails who emerge To the freshness of the rain With a purpose and a will […]

Nobody Reads — chrisnelson61

[Reblog] A Native American Prayer 2/4 — The daily addict

There is a part of me that wishes I had maintained my connections with the Lakota community better than I did when I still had them back in the 90s. A few more inipi (sweat lodge) ceremonies might have forced the unskilled habits I had at the time straight out of my head and I wouldn’t have gotten into the messes I have managed to get myself into since then.

The Daily Addict writes from the heart of a person who is in the never-ending process of recovery and has great wisdom embedded in her daily reflections. As a recovering alcoholic myself, her words have given me cause to reconsider my negative thinking of the day. While the urge to go back to drinking is rarely strong, it is still a siren song that occasionally gets its barbs into me before I can shake them off and her thoughts have given me a “reset” more than once. In recovery or not, you should check her out.

Oh Great Spirit : Whose voice I hear in the winds, And whose breath gives life to all the world Hear me for I am small and weak, I need your strength and wisdom. Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset. Make my hands respect the […]

A Native American Prayer 2/4 — The daily addict

[Reblog] Watchmaker — David Middleham (Dark Poet Society Blog)

It was pointed out tonight to me the Quill & Crow Publishing House to me as publisher who might produce content that I’d like to read, so I took a bit of a gander at their site to see what there was to see… I have to admit that I enjoyed all the poems I have read thus far on The Dark Poet Society Blog. I am more than willing to surrender to that particular assessment based on the blog alone, but I fully intend to read the online magazine issues they have published over the next few days, which include articles and short fiction.

A recent poem posted (as of two days ago), penned by David Middleham, is a perfect example of what you can expect to read on their site and I look forward to reading more as time goes on. The full poem can be found after the jump, but here is an excerpt:

Missing you becomes a habit
Faster than drug or elixir
Might find a way inside
This hollow carcass
Echoing still with your eulogy
So we come again
To the broken hearts and vows
Ever left burning
On the same pyre that died with you

Read Watchmaker, by David Middleham, in full at The Dark Poet Society.

[Reblog] 002829 — Courtley Manor

I’ve been remiss in not giving Marcilla a shout out, mostly because I haven’t sure exactly how to go about giving Courtley Manor, a Gothic Sims episodic webcomic, the best kind of reblog treatment. Do I point you to the beginning? Or do I introduce you to it the way I started consumed it (jump in headfirst and hope I float, avoiding bonking my head on anything sharp on the way in)?

I’m opting for the latter, I guess, mostly because I like this “frame”.

Anything can and will happen in this series — don’t say I didn’t warn you.

002829 — Courtley Manor

[reblog] In a Perfect World — Krista Marson

I know a number of people who work in health care and some, specifically, in hospitals. Krista is echoing much of the sentiment that I’ve been hearing from a number of those people with respect to Covid19, especially the two newest variants, articulating her feelings as an internal dialog in this case. Her post hit stuck a nerve with me and I think it is important to get the perspective of people who deal with this day in and day out, instead of those talking heads on the idiot box. Take a moment out of your day and read what she has to say about her thoughts and frustrations on the manner.

Lately, I’ve been writing articles about art and history because those are the topics I am interested in. I like to pretend that I am living in a normal world, so writing such articles is my way of pretending that the world is completely sane. Deep down, my soul is screaming that I am deluding […]

In a Perfect World — Krista Marson

[Reblog] 290 — The Hermit Poet’s Ramblings

I walked out into the sun this morning after being in an office talking about deep and potentially meaningless things and had a similar response to this short, but effective, poem found on The Hermit Poet’s Ramblings. I want to lie down in the sun, forget about all of the things I should be doing, and take a nap.

Afternoon rainstorm Lost all of my energy Maybe take a nap

290 — The Hermit Poet’s Ramblings

[Reblog] Beneath the Voiceless Trees — Strider’s Table

Nice epic-fantasy-style poem that evokes Tolkienesque imagery by Strider’s Table. Plus, he has awesome-looking recipes that one day I should try. Eventually. When I don’t have fussy eaters at home like I do now.

[image description: Forest in Kuopio, Finland. Okko Pyykkö, CC BY 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0, via Wikimedia Commons. ] When elves awoke in days of eldThe world was wrapped in twilightAnd first of all their eyes beheldThe beauty of the starlight For they had risen long beforeBoth moon and sun, and walked aloneAnd heard upon the shimmering shoreThe […]

Beneath the Voiceless Trees — Strider’s Table