Category: Creative Writing

Prose and Poetry

A Musician’s Notebook: Making a Rainbow

This is a beautiful and special place. Each summer, a prep school campus of rolling, green hills, clear mountain air, and rippling streams, nestled at the foot of Mt. Everett in Sheffield Massachusetts, becomes a backdrop to artistic achievement and expression. Although I’ve been participating… Continue Reading “A Musician’s Notebook: Making a Rainbow”

Weekly Photo Challenge: Container

  PHOTO CHALLENGE: Container “From “Don’t judge a book by its cover” to “Don’t look at the jug, but at what it contains” (an old Rabbinic saying), we’re constantly taught that the contents of things are more important than the vessels, wrappers, and boxes… Continue Reading “Weekly Photo Challenge: Container”

Whispering Pines (Photo Friday: Solitude)

*****   Whispers, silent sighs of towering pines, inviting peaceful solitude. ***** Postaday: 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Relic

PHOTO CHALLENGE: Relic…What images does “relic” conjure for you? A well-worn piece of blue beach glass, the faded pencil markings from a high-school journal, or the curmudgeonly character from the CBC television series, The Beachcombers?

Shifting Shades of Gray (Photo Friday: Black and White)

  ***** ***** Clear choice: Black or White, Save for some who toss; lost ‘tween Shifting shades of gray. ***** *****

Dandelion Dreams

‘A life well-lived’ she ponders: “What’s the meaning?” As days and seasons waterfall, cascade, And misdeeds from an ancient past remind, Becoming shard-like, sharp, (though memory fades). It seems so long ago, when they were younger, When blinded eyes ignored the rose-tint shade, As… Continue Reading “Dandelion Dreams”

Morning has broken!

Stillness settles in upon my soul Each dewy dawn before the world awakes, From distant towns and leas I hear the wave of waking birdsong welcoming the sun, Washing near as night skies fade away, The nightingale departs, his nocturne ends. Morning!  

An Engineer’s Journal: The Summer of ’66

It was with some trepidation that I boarded the #1 bus at Penn Station. A summer job at Stanley Tools seemed to be the next best thing to an actual internship in industry; and the summer between junior and senior year at Newark College… Continue Reading “An Engineer’s Journal: The Summer of ’66”

“Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry”

*** As I peruse my vacation photos from last year I pause at this one, the personification of this week’s Photo Friday theme: SUNLIGHT. Anticipation, mixed with a healthy dose of nostalgia, overwhelms me, as I know our first-floor, lagoon-view, room has been forever… Continue Reading ““Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry””

The Winding Path

“When did you know you were lost?” he asked (so wise), Since he’d been there and back, a long time yore he’d gone too far astray, his sad demise lay fossil-like: a starfish washed ashore. His journey was circuitous, yet sure of his intent, he… Continue Reading “The Winding Path”

Green Dream-scapes

The Lushness of the Polynesian Resort exemplifies the theme “Green”, despite the fact that this scene is gone forever, replaced by new Vacation Club Villas.

Between

Between the Elms and White Birch boughs, He swoops to seek his sustenance. Between the thrush, the finch and doves, He jockeys for a place perchance. Between their flurried rush he sees, His opportunity to dance. Between his talon flaws he snags the rusting iron grate, in his… Continue Reading “Between”