April 23, 2018

Review: "What Nora Knew" by Linda Yellin

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Linda’s story is a laugh a minute, a quip a minute...the humor is like sequence falling out of a jar, scattering and sticking throughout the pages.  Linda’s humor reflects truths, contemplates truths, then turning the next page to an emotional guessing game when the character, Molly, approaches 40, her truth.


Twice this week I've been told I'm analytical...is it the writer in me who questions? Is it the science and medical background in me seeking the truth? is it the teacher, the golfer or the candlestick maker in me...(yes, I've made candle sticks)...it must mean my mind isn't made up at first glance...look for the obvious, and throw it out, except in the case of Molly, Linda Yellin's main character, she doesn't let anyone stand in her way to seeking the truth to her article quests.


Linda's novel is a tease, love is her tease...who’s next in line to be Molly’s next boyfriend?


To the finish line...3a.m.  I do remember the movies, Sleepless In Seattle, When Harry Met Sally, and You’ve Got Mail, all of which are scattered throughout Linda Yellin’s Novel, referring to Nora Ephron as a tribute.  To be honest, I’ve never read a Nora Ephron novel, but I sure loved these movies!


What is love and when and how do you know when you’ve found it?  The funny thing about this is, I’ve written about all of those questions, and finding the answers wasn’t easy...it took a ton of soul searching and analytical excavation...and years...it's probably plastered all over this blog.  But Molly is a romantic, more or less, and seeking that special someone is her up and down quest, except she constantly second guesses herself.


I thoroughly enjoyed this story and especially the humor in Linda’s writing, better than the alternative of crying over spilt boyfriends...I won’t even hint about how it proceeds and ends...that’s your quest to read and guess!

February 6, 2018

Lovers

Photograph by Kathleen Sara Shattuck


Lovers stroll along the sand
...clouds dim a fading sun
Church bells toll
...a bird flies upon the shore
Catch the light!
...silhouettes echoing hymns
Listen deeply, listen long
...and hold each other’s hand



December 22, 2017

My Review~ "The Sisters of Glass Ferry" by Kim Michele Richardson


...this is Kim's third and latest work of fiction. I've read them all.

My first insight: Her words are nothing less than poetic...She sculpts her words with texture...a true artist indeed. I read her stories and absorb the beauty of each word...they hang in midair, then slowly and softly fall between leaves to an earth as warm as her voice.

My second insight: She doesn't write for the faint of heart, this story is not a story to be reading at night. There are scenes that are alive with ghosts...the past haunts Ebenezer Road; and the people who traverse this road, which passes by the once old dwelling that harbored it’s secrets, are deemed to regret their actions.

My third insight: I've been reading this story slowly, mainly trying to go with the flow of language steeped in Kentucky bourbon vernacular - sometimes easy to grasp, sometimes hard, sometimes just curiously mysterious. I was about half-way through last night and couldn't put it down...but I did, three times! Each time the light went out I found I couldn’t sleep, then turned the light back on and read further.

My fourth insight: My heart twisted like a corkscrew at times, I cried at the hurt these people felt; I hurt easily from the words that Kim puts in her character’s mouths. Touching and gentle at times, I cried...then harsh and hurtful, or caring, or hateful...these are the people of Glass Ferry, Kentucky.

Lives matter, people matter, but lies and gossip cultivate hate, and disquiet the memories of those we love in this small community. Kim finds these memories and puts this mixture into a story of Literary Fiction that is not for the faint of heart.

My fifth insight: Kim pokes and prods at these memories and emotions until I cry again...the mystery that is contained in this story, and of her characters, are ominous and compelling until it came to an end. It’s one story my emotions got the better of me. She left me wondering throughout each page...who did what to whom and why? The “why” is what I wanted answered on many occasions.

Of course characters have a mind of their own, they aren’t you and they aren’t me, and their actions and reactions aren’t always ours. Yes, I questioned their motives, and impatiently waited for the answers until I found them.

Like I said, lies are a mainstay in this story...we tell them, we complicate life with them, and we end up digging our own graves with them. Kim doesn’t fool around, she cuts to the heart of the matter, and takes your heart along with these characters', and with her's.

I recommend this book to those who love words, loves an emotional challenge...but there are the gentle sway and tilt that leads to the harsh realities of life; all of which creates a complex story in a mystery of two sisters and the people they touched - and All is ultimately left to the eye of the reader. 




December 16, 2017

Happy New Year!

Photograph by Julie Shattuck

Avoiding rain drops, racing to and around drops, large drops, round drops, beating a drumming sound on the ground drops.

Beat to the rhythm of a foreign beat, bursting in splashes across worn feet, step aside my tired old feet, give me a chance to cross this wide street.

Hurry now, you mustn't be late now, you’re off to the party, a furlong of races, where you are forbidden to fall on bad graces.

Splishing-splashing through the street you go, carrying an umbrella, only for show?  Off to the party, a little bit drenched, don’t fall, don’t stumble, or trip on a bench.

You made it on time, where time was of the essence, greeting the host, all smiles larger than most.

Prepare for a feast my hungry friends, find you a chair, to be served the finest fair.

Music to be heard, dancing to be done
take a partner, don't sit and hum.
Midnight strikes and bells will be ringing, ushering the New Year we all will be sing!



My Haiku for you~Light


sun grows dim then bright
summer months will turn to snow

trees covered in light

November 15, 2017

Waspish Old Crone

I beseech thee thy bloody waspish crone
Stay away from me, or there will be hell to pay
Hold your tongue and leave this space before me

She held her breath only to sputter and start again with a choke
Her answer back was a short sentence bleat and a strangled croak
Leaving the premises she walked a crooked mile, then belched from bloat

Her hand rises, and piece by piece wipes the earth of heart and soul
Lingering for a moment to glimpse back, turning all diamonds to coal
Paint thy picture any way you choose, and the world becomes cold

The crone sits now in silence, observing her landscape, barren dust
The metal was gold, now tossed aside for steel, only to lie to rust

Who are thee, old crone, they neighbor, they brother, who can we trust?




November 11, 2017

My Haiku for you ~Autumn


leaves cover the ground
golds and reds, changing colors
warmth from earth turns brown

November 6, 2017

friendships end-Haiku

The light flickered dim
The light went out completely
The darkness exists


Flip the switch to on
Flip the switch to on and off
The switch is broken





October 28, 2017

A Song of Love


Do you love me, a song reverberated in her ear
Do you love me, do you hear
A melody, an old verse thumping against her heart
A melody, together with song from the start

Trapped in a mood, a mood of tangled lyrics cascading down
Trapped within a collage of pictures simulating love with sound
Love set to rhythms of solid drum beats
Love set to harp strings where angel wings meet

you love me, she wished
you love me, she proclaimed
you love me, she sang




October 26, 2017

Thanksgiving Blessings To All

Photograph by Kathleen S. Shattuck

Seeing to the future, all wonders of light, miracles happen, not out of sight.
Fill up your lungs, go towards day, expel the dangers far, far away.


Hallowed the hills of saints gone by, precious the keepers of truth over lie.
Never forsake, always accept, for the blessings of giving will never reject.


Hold out your hand, one to another, forgiveness is near, when held as a brother.
Nature’s bounty, and nature's glory, extend your hearts and erase all worry.


Grasp the hand, hug to your breast, the ache of your heart will now be at rest.
Embrace the goodness of Thanksgiving kindness, holding one another, dear in their shyness.  




October 13, 2017

NO MERCY!

May God have NO mercy on this man and this administration!
They deem themselves God, with every ministration.

Everything is a joke to Trump, he can't hear the cries…
I'll be glad when he's gone, and laugh at his demise.

No tears for this man, no sorrow came...
Just a room full of followers, and a country full of shame.







October 1, 2017

Awaken Love, My Haiku for you

Photograph by Kathleen S. Shattuck

Causes loom and grow
Feelings venture to destruct
Fists tighten in hate

Cast away darkness
Allow light to waken love
Bend souls in respect




September 16, 2017

Dancing In The Rain, My Haiku for you


Photograph by Julie A. Shattuck


Love is a warm spot
Blowing bubbles in the sun
Sing a small refrain

Holding hands with you
Love abounds within my heart
Dancing in the rain



September 4, 2017

D A C A

Photograph by Kathleen S. Shattuck

As my hate towards evil intensifies, for the monster is he …
innocent and useful lives are destroyed, so senselessly.

Don’t let this hate of mine be overbearing, don’t let it rule...
Let children’s lives be, in harmony, in work, and in school.


Break down the barrier, break down the wall...
Give Dreamers comfort, safety, give sanctuary to all.





August 26, 2017

Voices of Nature

The bells toll, the church bells scold the missing participants who slumber through the hours.

The clock ticks, the racing cars speed down the street,
ringing, ringing, ringing.
Night turns to
day, day, day.

Discerning nature from God, from now, from then, to the future towers of Babel.

Carl Jung is that force of nature, a force prevailed within the
scriptures of God's
voice, voice, voice.

Crumbling within his mind, to be placed upon another
time, time, time.





August 5, 2017

My Haiku for you~ Our Joy

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Sun shining brightly
We stood in a patch of blue
Your hand in my hand

Winds swayed the treetops
Flags waved to old glory’s pride
Moved our love today

Inescapable Love


Love is a flower
it grows
it buds
it blooms
Love is a shadow
it moves
it’s still
it hides
Love is preoccupied
it gives
it shares
it takes
Love is the heart, beating, dancing, it cries and yearns
Love is deceptive, willful and wanting, fading and dying  
Love concurs
Love aquicends
it’s smooth
it’s rough
it’s molded
Love shines, not gold, not diamonds, rubies or sapphires  
Love is there, it stares, whether you look back or not
Love is all things, and to all Inescapable



August 1, 2017

In The Wake of Despair

I haven’t written in a while and the words come slow.  I manage to type notes out all day long on facebook, but at this moment the essay is halting, not eager to come to the page.  And the reason is...

Lately, or at least these last six months, I’ve thought of nothing else except politics...or the left side of the right side...maybe not so much politics as what’s right and wrong, whatever that means these days.  The just and the truthful; the moral majority seems to be lacking in the words they were meant to mean.

Where are the spokespeople there once was?  The government officials, the hands we elected to set the pen to paper to meet the issues to move us forward, not the scribble that has taken shape with the election of this so-called president who seems to want to run the lives of the world...maybe not run as much as ruin.  The appointments are in and out like a revolving door, and the bodies are flung through the air, sprung from a catapult...never to be seen again.

The Russians are eager to take the potus’ hand, guiding his journey through the White House hallways.  A house he calls a dump...Day and night, night and day, another door closes to our democracy; another door locks as we are pushed into the darkness of despair...the sadness, the depressive rhetoric that tweets day and night from a mad man, a dictator of supreme order; this is his notoriety speaking, his pulpit of fame, his leadership on the pathway to darkness...taking us along in his wake of destruction.



June 29, 2017

Reverie


Inhale the salt flowing through our veins unseen
Charge the air, electric fingers tangle your hair
Show me your eyes, the color of sea green
Waves of shadows roll across the floor
Show me the way tonight
Taunt me, move me
Witness morning light



April 23, 2017

My Haiku for you.~ Another day of spring


Soft feathers tethered
pillows skitter on a wild breeze
Shakes the sky of white


Coolness mixed sunshine
Light lingers on sparkling ponds
Another day of Spring