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Nature Poem Poetry Spirituality Uncategorized Writing

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

Art Meditation Poem Poetry Spirituality Uncategorized Writing

art by my friend Marina Powdermaker. Find more of her work at https://www.etsy.com/shop/MarinaPowdermaker PAST where I am rereading the same testimonies from the same perspective: accused, accuser, over and over the details wearing deep grooves…

MelindaOctober 11, 2017

Family Poem Poetry Uncategorized Writing

CONSORTIUM

Superguy is a very private sort. I am too, in my way. There are times, though, when things need to be said, out loud and in public. In a time when stress and fear seem…

MelindaSeptember 12, 2017

Autism Bink Family Parenting Uncategorized Writing

Dots and Dashes

Shirts must be pink, or occasionally "pool"... She speaks in code, Bink does, and I endeavor to decipher. She works rather hard, in her neuro-atypical way, at making sense of the world. As her mother…

MelindaMay 13, 2017

Poem Poetry Singing Uncategorized Writing

I’m just the messenger

Lurleen Lumpkin, from The Simpsons Sometimes, it's a struggle to write. Lots of sometimes. There's so much inside that wants to come out! So, picture this: I'm at my desk, all serious-like, trying to…

MelindaMarch 28, 2017

Poem Poetry Uncategorized Writing

Seeing Through

I am so pleased to share that the poem below was published on the Songs of Eretz Poetry Review yesterday! If you want to see the actual page with the Editor's choice of photo, and…

MelindaFebruary 10, 2017

Nature Uncategorized Writing

The Feather and the Leaf

Picture this: it was cold, and I stood among trees. Many, many trees. I looked up, and there they were. A feather and a leaf, floating through the air, not quite up or down…

MelindaJanuary 25, 2017

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Important Things

Almost 8 am, a Wednesday on a highway east of where most live, a man slowed his big semi to an almost halt. 8 am attracts the big crowds on a weekday, busy highway…

MelindaNovember 27, 2016

Autism Parenting Poem Poetry Uncategorized Writing

Autism Nation

Autism Nation My same different daughter at twenty three years, is riddled with anxiety and complicated fears Loose beads with holes -- they should be on a string! -- and thunder and lightening, that power…

MelindaSeptember 27, 2016

Poem Poetry Uncategorized Writing

Pavement Dream

The cashier in the grocery store knows your secrets. So does the young man who bags your fruit, fish, shampoo, Together in one thin plastic bag Groaning towards the floor as you leave, hastily. If…

MelindaAugust 26, 2016

Autographing Autumn

The Art of Being Present