Cardiograms is the monthly meet-up for alumni who choose to continue to connect with themselves and their writing buddies through the Write From Your Heart method. The prompts are designed to take one’s pulse each month and to contemplate the tone or theme of that time of year. Some of the writers have been exploringContinue reading “February Fable”
Author Archives: L E Kelly
Now
My father says that there is only one perfect view — the view of the sky straight over our heads. – E. M. Forster January 1, 2025 With one flip of the calendar from 2024 to 2025, my mood flipped too. Yesterday I was sullen and covered with the dust of too many memories. TheContinue reading “Now”
AUGUST
Much of my garden has come and gone by now. Each blossom having had its glorious moment – truly just a day or a few – then either dying to self or being cut for a vase or picked and occasionally eaten. The trajectory is similar to the rolling wave that fun people do inContinue reading “AUGUST”
The Crossing
Pitter patter, pitter patter is the sound of rain. Like the soft padding and clicking nails of our little dogs skittering across our rough-hewn wood floors, the raindrops pit and pat on the roof of my car. I think of my dogs, but I don’t miss them or miss my home right now. I’m fullyContinue reading “The Crossing”
🎶 We need a little Christmas, right this very minute 🎶
As some of you know, I’m a Christmas fanatic. (See Fa La La La La) A Christian? Not so much. I don’t identify as a member of any organized religion. However, I do believe in magic and wonder and love, and I love a good excuse to festoon. I come by this naturally. My momContinue reading “🎶 We need a little Christmas, right this very minute 🎶”
Blooming
There are assorted bouquets throughout my living and dining room. The vibrant colors, the wide open blooms that speak of enduring life despite being cut from the roots, and the intention behind each gift bring me great joy. On a marble pedestal table on the stairway landing are two dozen red roses – velvety andContinue reading “Blooming”
Will you still need me, will you still feed me…(?)
My 64th birthday is tomorrow. Yup. That’s right. May 14th marks my 64th trip around the sun, and Paul McCartney’s song has been ear-worming through me for months as if in preparation. It’s a happy little tune. For the most part, I’ve been whistling along as it loops through my head. Then I got toContinue reading “Will you still need me, will you still feed me…(?)”
April Specters
There is a faint historic stench of dog urine in my carpeting. Ordinarily, the stink is not apparent anymore after numerous cleanings and applications of pet odor remover; but something, perhaps the prevalence of showers this month, has raised the ghost of accidents past. Our dog Bert used to pee in my office all theContinue reading “April Specters”
The Ghost of Groundhog’s Day
Punxsutawney Phil and I both saw our shadows on Groundhog’s Day. I wonder if Phil was startled by his dark likeness that stretched across the frozen ground and mimicked him. I was. I’d just been going about my day which included a benign trip to the optometrist to update my lens prescription. Frames are suchContinue reading “The Ghost of Groundhog’s Day”
January Undone
I am miserable today. Existentially miserable. The sort of miserable that feels intolerable – the batten down the hatches just hang on through the storm sort of miserable. And I guess it’s just my turn. So many people have been talking about being sick and tired of the interminable pandemic – feeling trapped and stuckContinue reading “January Undone”
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