The wind is rearranging things today– the March lion is roaring early (this being February), stirring shadows as if it could alter the dance of life itself. On Facebook, I see an old woman in Chicago almost blown away, then helped into a cab by two young strangers. Beside the road, an old … More This Being February
Last November I participated in NaNoWriMo, an online community challenge to write a 50,000 word novel in a month. It was my second NaNoWriMo and I really enjoyed it. But when I got to December, I yearned for another writing challenge to take advantage of all the momentum from November, so I made one up: … More Poem-a-Day
Fog is like the valley pulling a blanket over itself and hitting the snooze alarm— “Not yet, sun.” This place must have had a hard day yesterday, all that grass to grow and leaves exchanging carbon dioxide for oxygen— all those birds to support on branches (but the orioles sway on slender reeds, showing off … More Snooze Alarm
Susan Fuchtman 