It's rained a few times lately, stormed
lighting, thunder...the angels bowling kind of sounds
Oh, I enjoyed remembering that from childhood
I believed it
Took away the fear of storm

The garden earth soaked up the rain eagerly
the trees lifted their leaves again
like in prayer
So needed was this rain

I have been writing all week
working on flash fiction for an upcoming workshop in September
Working on my memoir.....not my favorite
Working on short stories for my writing group
taking the stories to some dark places
writing to the edge.....seems our leader likes 'em dark
likes them gritty, likes them topical
Not sure I do.....when you I write like this it stays with me too long
disturbs my thinking...sticks to me like spilled syrup
explores territory within me that I know
either directly or indirectly...hurts like walking on glass
The only thing that helps this sticky stuff is reading
other's work...I get lost in their sticky stuff
The current issue of Glimmer Train Magazine
has a few good stories....that stayed with me over my own thoughts
had that power of a good story


Last Saturday, Finn came over and we went to a restaurant that delivers your food
by train....What fun
This Saturday, it will be quiet
I dug out some poetry books.....I forgot how much I love poetry
Poetry delivers it like no other kind of writing
I bow to good poets (that be you, Brian)

I am eager for autumn...me
autumn has always been dreaded by me
for winter soon comes
winter..that season of emptiness
no color, no green especially
dark gray skies mostly
icy street and drifting snow in my driveway
and we are getting too old to clear it ourselves
and good reliable workers are hard to find
even in this terrible state of our country's economy
So I usually dread winter's coming
But not this year.
I am eager for the cycle to go onward
I need this rest period, this warmth from hearth and home
Though I am eating a low carb lifestyle
I still think I can make meals comforting
I need comfort in all its forms
So reading through an anthology
I found this wonderful poem that graced me,
by Nikki Giovanni, called -

Winter Poem

once a snowflake fell
on my brow and i loved
it so much i kissed
it and it was happy and called its cousins
and brothers and a web
of snow engulfed me then
i reached to love them all
and i squeezed them and they became
a spring rain and i stood perfectly
still and was a flower