Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Local

photo by Boston Public Library


There was this place, when we lived in Greensboro --- downtown, down an alley, a door --- it was metal, pitted///rough. Inside, an iron stairwell that twined around and up -- concrete corners//walls//shadows. Just when you thought it might be safer to turn around and flee back to your car  -- a light, soft//inviting, a door, made of hardened leather.

When it opened --- you might as well have stepped back in time. Polished hardwood floors, a tin ceiling -- all the moulding, and the food---

I could go on, but you get the picture. Every town has places. The places no one tells the tourists about. The places only the locals know. Restaurants. Waterfalls. Natural phenomenon. Markets. Shops. People.The man everyone thinks is crazy, but the locals know ---

They inhabit the stories we have of home...and are what call us back after we have been gone for some time.

Today, I want you to write 'local.'
Give us a feel of what makes your town or city special --- it could be a person, a local character, a place off the beaten path that few know about or a food that you can only find --- maybe even a celebration that only happens local.

Tell us your cities secrets.
Take us there.

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Look forward to seeing what you come up with --- see you, out on the trail.  ~ Brian

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Inside/Outside Looking Out/In


 
Santa Rosa, California

Peggy here in Southern California again.  Here we are in late February already.  I hope you are all keeping busy with your writings.

This week I want you to write a poem about being inside looking out – or being on the outside looking in.

This can be literally inside or outside a house or building. 
Turkey,  residential area


I seem to have taken quite a few pictures of or through windows, so you can write about windows and what you might see in or out of them.

Or you could take it more metaphorically and write about in or out of a group of people or a culture or an event.

Honduras



I think this will be something you can do some creative things with.  I look forward to seeing what you come up with.
Old military base, California



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Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Loneliness / Solitude

"Our language has wisely sensed the two sides of being alone. It has created the word loneliness to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word solitude to express the glory of being alone." Paul Tillich


courtesy : google images



In some point of our life we need to be alone with our own thoughts, feelings and self. So we often take a break from our everyday drudgery to be lost in that inner space.


You are indeed very lucky if you have that little room in your heart where you are able to keep unwanted thoughts at bay.


But isn’t that difficult?


Omnipotent words sometimes exert so much power on one that even quiet places are helpless in healing.


Psychologists say that solitude is an essential human need. It replenishes the soul, clears the weary mind of the clutter and gives élan to your existence.


courtesy : google images



 We continue to exist whether we are compelled to live alone or we choose to be solitary. The theme seems to appeal to the poets all over the world.



To quote a few examples:







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