I knew one person there - Doug - a writer from our Willow Writers Group at the Upper Moreland Library.
Beatriz got a SKYPE call from someone in her native Argentina. Darn! We couldn't eavesdrop since she was speaking Spanish.
Beatriz produced one of her wonderful Pollinator pieces, this time about a Bradford Pear Tree she looks at outside the Abington Library.
Lady beetles tipped her off.Where there are lady beetles, there's bound to be aphids and there they was, the little suckers. And, that, in fact, is what they do. Very harmful to the tree, but aphids have many enemies so the tree doesn't do a George Washington.
Beatriz is a popular presence on FB. Not only with her family in Argentina, but with the Birds and the Bees people. One of her columns got 1,000 hits. She received a note from highly acclaimed children's author Rita Gray.
Rita asked B to review one of her books.
What an honor! I hadn't realized you pay people to review books. B discussed the fee with some friends and decided upon $100, which I thought is quite fair.
I've reviewed dozens of books and products on Amazon.com. When Karl Rickels, MD, came to speak at my support group he had mailed me a copy of his autobiography which I reviewed here.
Speaking of Amazon, I have been hot on the trail of an automatic coffeemaker to buy. I ordered one on Amazon yesterday. Look what arrived today
Scott put it together. The only features I care about is a glass carafe and ease of use. A clock is not important since I don't want the coffee waiting for me when I wake up.
Or do I?
The main thing, tho, is that I don't wanna get addicted to it again.
Hmmm, maybe I will have some now.
I try to get photos of people when they're not posing.
A Safe Place to Write is Donna's contribution. Just about every poem she writes has been published at
Idea Gems - Portland, OR - where she has a special relationship with the publisher Laurie Notch.
So what's happened? Laurie wrote Donna that she's leaving! Naturally this would cause worry, but my guess is that if Laurie liked her work, so will the other editors.
One of her lines read "I felt wanted and talented."
We can relate!!!
I told the group I wrote a short story A Woman of Substance that was immediately accepted by The Final Draft. I'm waiting and waiting for the editor to contact me. And what do I discover when I find the link to The Final Draft?
It doesn't exist.
More cinema verite.
Carly brought in a story that had three motifs - weight loss, a mother's influence and hypnosis. Our main character Bonnie ate at the Hatboro Dish.
Will Carly's story make The Dish famous?
Linda Barrett was eating a flaky croissant she got in the bakery. She read a fascinating Christian poem she's gonna give to one of the parishioners at Trinity Orthodox Presbyterian.
Titled The Yonans: God's People, it told the tale of the Yonan family who emigrated from Syria, which is both a Christian and Muslim country. Linda wants to present the poem to young Mr Yonan, so it better be good!
A Yonan ancestor was trekking across the frozen grounds of Europe, when he and his wife noticed their infant child had fallen out of the wagon (!!!)
They retraced their steps and found the baby crying in the snow, protected by God. A detail never to be forgotten.
I succombed to temptation - or praps curiosity - and brewed my first cup of coffee from the Hamilton Beech. B/c I did not follow direx and had no idea what I was doing, the coffee is weak and has a few grounds in it.
I do not wanna stay up until four in the morning, but if I do....
My friend Blanche Lipshutz called and asked me to recommend a book for her daughter. I suggested these three with the caveat that she agree with me. I ordered the Shakespeare one for myself on Amazon.
I've gotta go over these poems but am leaving now for an overnite. At our party, we'll watch Cabaret on PBS.
HAIR
The
cinnamon spice tea
has
kept me awake
I
knew it would
but
its taste and
the
orange color of the
wrapper
pulled
me toward it
like
a long lonely
sunset in
Texas.
I
like being awake
too
long will we sleep
with
the worms
though
I suppose
more
pleasant
things
dwell down
there:
Dahlia
bulbs
spared
by the squirrels,
and
the unbudgeable roots of the
never-say-die
grass
And,
then, too,
my
father and my
brother
who folklore
says
I will see once again
Lying
in bed
hand
on heart to
slow
the caffeine
hoofbeats
I
feel the slow wind
caress
my hair
Blond
today
from
the Korean stylist
hair
thin as
a
slice of moon
I
feel it
soft
as a silken bridal gown
and
the tail feather of
the
chickadee
untouchable.
LAKES
Darkness
all around
as
the wipers slash
the
pounding rain
Coming
home from the
library,
I quick-look into
the
parking lot of the train
station.
Has Scott
gone
on board?
All’s
I see is a lake
undulating,
lights,
like fallen
stars,
twinkle
inside,
and hold their breath
Suddenly
my road
turns
into a
swamp,
my tires
splashing
like
an
alligator’s tail
Oncoming
cars are
blurs
of colored lights
“Stay
your course,” I cry,
from
some forgotten
Joseph
Conrad
novel
of the sea
A
car takes a puddle
deep
as an abyss
seeming
to splash my
eyeglasses,
as
my
vision expires
and
I wonder
Will
I drown?
My
car knows
the
way, a boat,
we
sail upstream
in
the darkness
to
my house on
Cowbell
Road
Who
has turned on
all
the lights?
Who
has made this
home
for me?
ROAM THE EARTH
-You could lose
someone a little, but they’d still roam the earth – Lynn Levin
ROAM THE EARTH
-You could lose someone a little,
but they’d still roam the earth – Lynn Levin
My great
love roamed the earth
sixteen
years without me
what a
comfort to know
he was
here
on this
endless planet
where, alone
and
in Paradise,
he worked
in his
backyard
forging
sculptures
for parks
and museums,
yet never
made one
of me.
Our time
together was
swift
I met the
daughters
mentioned
in the
obituary
as was
Deborah, the
wife he
finally
left. She
called him constantly
a yo-yo
on her string.
What didn’t
you like about me?
Ah, the
great mystery of
The
Rejected
Last
week, cleaning out
a dusty
old drawer
I came
upon an envelope
of
photographs
There you
are,
your laughing
face
your flannel
jacket,
blue
Mazda truck,
I’d
captured them all
All but
you.
And will
not reject you ever
Your
photos stay with me
and that
one autumn day
you took
me downtown
and
showed me The Wissahickon Gate
in the
heart of the city.
My heart
burst like a plum
That I
knew you!
That I
knew you!
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