“That, my girl, is a blaze of glory,” he said his gloved hands wrapped around the handle of a rake. Mom snorted a laugh. “Ha, the only blaze of glory a man like you will ever have.” My khaki-clad dad scowled. I turned back to the pile of leaves, a flaming pyre,...
Photo: Hila Ratzabi in Acadia National Park in Maine Thank you to poet Hila Ratzabi for sharing her thoughts on eco-poetry. Hila’s dedication to poetry and the potential that poetry has to make tangible, positive changes continues to inspire me. Hila Ratzabi was...
I was walking one day through the misty shadows of my life wondering about the why of my world, the why of my work and thinking I should be more useful. Useful like a train engine able to drag and to push, to travel great distances or only move other cars around a...
My photographer mother, Melabee M. Miller, has always told me to look: Look up. Look behind. Look around. Look outside the frame. She composes photographs with her eye and then frames them with the camera. Looking is the perfect writing lesson. Start with an image,...
“The sculpture is already complete within the marble block, before I start my work. It is already there, I just have to chisel away the superfluous material.” I can think of no better description of my writing process than this quote by Michelangelo. If I have...
Your recent prompt for blog entries about art struck me for the number of ways it matched my thought process while writing my poem, “Perspectives.” When my daughter, Kailey, sent me this yoga selfie, I was transfixed by the difficulty of any person finding the point...
