So many ways to say it. Be Here Now.
Between Opening the red door to a new spring day. my feet greet crumbs of last year’s leaves, dotted with recent, light green pollen all swirled into the little cove,…
The Beach Stones
The writing prompt was clear and simple: "Today, write about an object that magically transports you to a different mood, a different state of mind, or a different time, filling your life with instant wonder,…
MelindaMarch 23, 2018
Many Singularities
Stephen Hawking, having passed away a full fifty one years post predicted demise, has left us trails, breadcrumbs. Not random, because nothing is haphazard as it seems. Rather they…
MelindaMarch 20, 2018
The Poet Says….
Allow me to share a poem that debuted on the Songs of Eretz Poetry Review this morning. This is the third of my poems to be published there in the Last week. All three are…
MelindaFebruary 26, 2018
From the First of November, 2017
Because sometimes it takes a whole month to write it down. I type with hands that are redolent with garlic, onion, and freshly grated ginger. Today contains a chunk of time for cooking, with hearty…
MelindaNovember 30, 2017
Autographing Autumn
I was walking, first field-- verdant, moist , glorious carpet of greens, and the woods edged closer, with a beckoning trail, and then the floor was pine needles, punctuated with wily old roots in no…
MelindaOctober 22, 2017