Category: Prose

All that is not Poetry

My Father’s Garden

It was the antithesis of his back-breaking days and skin-cracked nights. After a workday of job-site floors and walls, back-splashes and hearths – unique patterns, lovingly placed, grouted, washed and polished; he’d grab a beer and head out back. Raising a plucked “Better Boy”…

Back to School

This week is the run-up to BlogU 2014, and though I will likely be the most ‘senior’ blogger in attendance, I am looking forward to sharing a blog-focused weekend with my daughter, a fantastic writer, self-published author and blogger (I’m Still Learning). We’ll drive…

Which Came First…

  This photo is reminiscent of the age-old conundrum: “Which came first, the chicken or the egg?” This ‘split-second’ was alive, vibrant and noisy with the clucking of the colorful chickens at ‘The Aviary’ (Buttermilk Falls Inn, in Milton, NY), which holds several different…

A Musician’s Notebook: It’s All About The Journey…Or Is It?

This has been a very busy week in that the Choral Art Society of NJ (of which I am a proud second soprano), is rehearsing for the May 17th concert. This is a ritual that choruses around the world relive frequently, and one that I personally…

Interstitial

    *********** By considering this most improbable possibility, I venture into uncharted waters; terrified and titillated by the, heretofore, unacceptable reality. I suspend my disbelief, daring to acknowledge that since eleven twenty-two, I’ve been dangling helplessly in an interstitial, inescapable slice of trapped…

Imprisoned

His self-absorbed complacence was pierced by the whack of the slamming door. The swish of her departure created a backdraft, as the loose-swinging portal was flung back on its own hinges into the jamb. Just as she’d been swinging aimlessly in the breeze when…

Blog U Conference 2014

Goose Crossing

It was nearly eight degrees, that sunny afternoon in upstate New York. Though we were well-mittened, wrapped in wraps and protected from head to toe, there was no denying that it was COLD! We carefully traversed the picturesque bridge and were taking in the…

Silent Eloquence

Looking out over the expanse of neatly arranged chairs, that in a few hours will be teeming with concert-goers, the stark contrast is clear. This anticipatory lull is prelude to a great crescendo of excitement. It’s as if calm before the storm; the lows…

An Engineer’s Journal: Orientation Day, 1963

Journal Entry: September 18, 1963 Today’s assembly was nerve-racking.  I got through the bookstore successfully, managing to get every book on the list, the K&E slide rule, drafting instruments and seven college-lined notebooks.  My biggest problem (or so I thought walking over to the…

The Secret Cave

“Keep your fingers out of there!” “But it’s awesome” ‘ silently wishing he could crawl inside to explore the sea-cave.  “Scary creatures may be lurking – creatures you won’t able to spy with your little eye.”  He waited until she had trudged ahead along the…

An Engineer’s Journal: April, 1967 – Interview Day

Journal Entry, April 21, 1967:  Interview Day on Campus Why did I add my name to so many sign-up sheets?  Hedging my bets, I suppose.  That little insistent voice in the back of my head is still gnawing at my insecurities.  Maybe I’m not…

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