by Minerva Rising Contributor | Oct 17, 2014 | Blog, The Keeping Room
I made beef stew on a Wednesday because it is my daughter’s favorite and she’s had some mean girl trouble at school. When she was in preschool I used to bring pink-frosted Magnolia cupcakes for pickup. That led to some whining on the part of other parents but I...
by Minerva Rising Contributor | Oct 10, 2014 | Blog, The Keeping Room
She sits at the dining room table cluttered with shopping magazines, her only mail except for an occasional bill or health care alert or birthday card. I’ve been camping on a cot in her assisted living apartment since I arrived a few days ago. I open my computer...
by Minerva Rising Contributor | Oct 3, 2014 | Blog, The Keeping Room
If music be the food of love, play on…* Shakespeare, Twelfth Night Ah, yes, music is the very soundtrack of love, any love affair has the words to a song, the twist of a particular tune to color its shape, from old love: “Let’s Stay Together… Al Green, to new love: ...
by Minerva Rising Contributor | Sep 26, 2014 | Blog, The Keeping Room
This poem was inspired by a John Santos concert that paid tribute to and featured Cuban jazz. Held in SF Jazz’s beautiful venue, the music transcended the location, reaching a patchwork of cultures, traditions and times. NOTES IN THE KEY OF SEE Skat, sticks,...
by Minerva Rising Contributor | Sep 19, 2014 | Blog, The Keeping Room
Hot is what I used to be. Not now. I feel the chill coming on and the warm days are numbered. I remember the Midwest September so many years ago when the corn harvest is complete. A lone man sits atop a combine to plow under the leavings. A woman wrapped in red...
by Minerva Rising Contributor | Sep 12, 2014 | Blog, The Keeping Room
“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,...
