There are endless creative ways to begin when we set our intention from a neutral-to-higher vibration.
Look out for my memoir! I'll be reading it to my Patreon supporters in serial for the duration of practical quarrantine. https://www.patreon.com/posts/35044305 Tartan & Other Hereditary Patterns (currently seeking agent) by Kerry E McKenna A month after Kerry's divorce, her father has a stroke and his soul passes right through her as he dies. No… Continue reading Author Reads yet unpublished Manuscript for you!
I am here. This is no small feat. I have worked to get here. I have scratched the backs. I have tricked my mind, twisted the words, made a fool of myself repeatedly. I have even felt like a slave to my own ambition. To have escaped here I have carefully lost my way again… Continue reading Here – a poem. No, the title is “Here”. But yeah, here’s a poem.
4 Week Workshop: -6:30-9pm Thursdays Feb 27-March 26 (no class March 12) Public Reading at the end of the course, (date tba) at School One, 220 University Ave, Prov. Class Tuition $170., Scholarships possible through FrequencyWriters.org click on Register for Current Courses “Work Your Read” is intended to provide both techniques and vital practice in… Continue reading Work Your Read- a 4 class Practicum for effective public readings
Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat, Pray, Love posits that idea snippets are whizzing through the air for anyone to catch. Someone is bound to write it down! Some examples follow of phrases I collect in my phone notes or in my journal. In case you were wondering what one writer finds interesting about the thoughts… Continue reading Jots – flying thoughts
Check it out!--I'm singing in Hebrew! [Some of you knew this was coming, right?] I signed up for an interfaith tribute to Martin Luther King, Jr. a couple of weeks ago--It's an annual chorus/concert brought by [mainly] Temple Emanu-El in Providence [and several other congregations] to celebrate cooperation, faith and the unified message of liberty… Continue reading Second Annual Song
...before that troubled imprint, a land apart, and isles of parts, of shagged bark and burred wind...