Source: Rabbit Holes: Some Call it Daydreaming, Writers Call it Work
Other writers recognise it as a kernel from which green things will sprout.
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early morning sunshine
This is one collaborator with Creation- labour intensive but at one with its glory.
NEW POETRY BY GEORGE GUNN, IRENE CUNNINGHAM, AND MARK RYAN SMITH
Came via Joe Linker, and provided sharp pleasures.
GEORGE GUNN‘s The Great Edge is to be published by Grace Notes in November 2017. A Selected Poems is coming out from Kennedy and Boyd much the same time. Gunn also writes for Bella Caledonia.
IRENE CUNNINGHAM has had many poems published in magazines and journals across the years; now she’s preparing for old age, hoping for more time before the scythe lands. Writing is now heading up her priorities ladder; it usually wins the fight between lounging around or walking round Loch Lomond. Her new website is: http://ireneintheworld.wixsite.com/writer
MARK RYAN SMITH lives and works in Shetland. He has published poems, stories and essays in various magazines, and a book about Shetland’s literary tradition.
Peat Whisky
The light draws cello music across Bourifa Hill
the peatbanks terrace into the distance
in shelfs of time-packed turf paddies
the lapis lazuli lochs are silent & still
ghost cart tracks emerge from…
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an ordinary day
These are letters of love, if any are!
Thanks to the Daily Challenge for the invitation to share this writing:
AN ORDINARY DAY
For ten days I lived the learning curve
of diabetes, partnering with my beloved son
to help his through maternal leave,
given the grace of time to relish
each extraordinary moment.
The first hour’s sing-song babbling
lifts from crib to giggled hugs and undercover
hide-and-seek en route to the day’s first blood glucose test
followed by calculations of insulin and carbs,
breakfast planned to even out
the hours to come.
This child, so gentle and joyful of spirit
accepts each poked finger and prodded thigh
with grace, a lesson I cannot fail to notice sets
the warp of our day through which we weave
our patterned way, each hour
a new adventure.
From Grandma’s blocks we build
to hold what he loved at the aquarium –
octopus by the elevator climbing glass walls,
his giant…
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Snake Slayer or Civil Serpent?
Source: Snake Slayer or Civil Serpent?
Shelley Sackier- MY favourite sender-upper. I can’t tell her so, since she is clever enough to be closed to comments ( sensible writer she) so I’m telling you.
For Bank Holiday frivolity. Cheers.
The Grave Danger of Being Silent
Source: The Grave Danger of Being Silent
Another of Shelley’s skim off the cream, place to one side, and enjoy with Amaretti biscuits and chocolate sauce posts.
She is closed to comments or even ‘hang-on-a-second’ raised fingers.
Kahlil Gibran- Personal Love, Universal Expression.
I have always been fascinated by Gibran’s ‘source’. The chapters in The Prophet speak so universally, and have done for decades across all cultures, that one might assume his ‘Road to Damascus’ had been a detached spiritual encounter. Certainly the tone of his pronouncements, the universally loved sage, drenched in light, implied that.
Instead today, thanks to Brain Pickings and Maria Popova I find that it was the deepest personal passion, but that passion sacrificed by the object of it, ( Mary Elizabeth Haskell) for his own greater fulfillment and the eternal preservation of what they both ensured would stretch beyond them. I have always believed that love denied the narrower road, would spread above , and over all, in creative expression for love has to be expressed.
Since this site is entitled ‘Letters of Love’ it seemed imperative to share this quite literal exchange of letters. You can read the full article here:
A similar encounter for Rachel Carson and Dorothy Freemen was similarly described in a previous post on Brain Pickings. It is, for me, wonderful to encounter such confirmations of the explosive creativity of personal longing, because ‘love’ is the universal Creator, and so often diminished to ‘happiness’ or ‘fulfillment’ rather than the Souls’ search for Self.
… the gulf between writers and readers …
This re-discovered interview merits re-exposure. Particularly in te light of a recent review ( of another book by a different author) rejected by Amazon ( without clarifying any reason) which may well have been this post! Tragic that the little one has to offer ( merely a spontaneous response) is now suspect because the world is full of people who abuse the liberty of reviewing for spurious reasons! It was good to rediscover this!
This post was sparked by a stimulating and taxing interview Philippa Rees conducted with the writer Vivienne Tuffnell 
The interview attempts to re-define the gulf between writers and readers in the way commercial algorithms define values for readers, blanking out the appearance of new green shoots.
This disrupted my sleep, in addition to lots of other stuff going on, so I tried stepping back for a wider perspective. No answers, only a few muddled reflections …
My generation, whose early years were without TV, needed to adjust to rapid periods of change, particularly the change from analogue to digital recording, – two entirely different metaphors. The true significance of this shift has not yet been absorbed by the general public. In a dissertation during a sabbatical film degree as a mature student in the mid-nineties, I quoted Jean Baudrillard who saw the forced silence of the masses no…
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Ask for the Moon, but Settle for a Star
“Really?” I said in a weak voice that imitated a woman who’d just been told that her mother-in-law was about to become her new roommate. Or that new federal regulations on sleep had been voted into…
Source: Ask for the Moon, but Settle for a Star
Reposting this from my friend Shelley Sackier is also one way I add my hopes for us all, and good things in the coming year to all my facebook friends. A very happy Christmas from me to all. P
THE TRAGIC STORY OF NOWHERE MAN AND WHISKEY GIRL
This poignant post ( and the song Tumbleweed) has a curious effect- on me- and I loved the juxtaposition of the images. Whiskey Girl and Nowhere Man remind me of a couple I know. They may recognise themselves if they find their way here!
[Several years ago I came upon this story of this married duo on Facebook. It seems that Amy had died from complications of her kidney disease and her partner Derrick killed himself a few days later. The entire drama of their demise took place in social media. The story still haunts me. Their Facebook page still exists at https://www.facebook.com/Nowhere-Man-and-a-Whiskey-Girl-32839047843/ -KHF]
It began with a post from Amy Ross on FACEBOOK.
AMY: Hey kids! Bad news! I died this morning and Derrick didn’t know how to tell you. I love you all and hope you go out and be nice to someone. Funerals are a bore so hopefully I don’t have one. Give Derrick some space… He stinks at this stuff so leave him be for now. Thanks for all the kindness… Please spread it around. -Whiskey
Juliya Pogrebinsky Listening to you was one of my absolute favorite things about…
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PHI lippa. Letters of Love 