Guest Post: A Story Skeleton by Kathy Davis
September 28, 2017
I can watch the flow of water in a rocky, shallow river for hours at a time. Nothing particular occupies my mind; just the travel of water over the hills, valleys, and byways that comprise the river’s topography. The water goes carelessly over, around, and under the boulders and stones that determine its path. When it meets resistance it does not fight against it. Rather, it seeks the nearest and easiest course in its gravitational pull to reach its final level. Continue reading “Story Skeleton: The River Carries the Story”
By Angela Noel
September 7, 2017
Crazy spider walking precarious along my page: I hate you because you are creepy. And you hate me because I hold your death in my fingers.
Yet I am more like you than I am not. Something holds a tissue above me, too. Something that would squash my life as I would squash yours–and equally without thought. Continue reading “Story Skeleton: A Spider’s Death Sentence Commuted . . . For Now”
By Angela Noel
May 11, 2017
Words, Come Play With Me
Sun-warmed pine reminds me of home and mountain vacations. I want to write like evergreen smells.
My husband’s heart beats steady and strong when I lay my head on his chest, ear pressed against skin. I want to write like his heart sounds.
My son sighs when he snuggles into the crook of my arm for bedtime. His contentment and mine fuse like a warm blanket. I want to write like these moments feel.
Clean water rushing over my hot toes cools and tickles. I want to write like the water flows.
The petals of wildflowers on tender stems weave and nod when bees visit or wind blows. I want to write like these flowers play.
After three hours of errands, a tired glance at the mirror reveals inside-out pants. The snorts of my laughter scare the dog. I want to write like life is laughing with me.
Creators weave unique tapestries with universal threads. We mine the diamonds of memory to touch the divine.
Your turn: What are your favorite things? What diamonds have you found?