Author Archives: elainedanforth

LACk

When, in life,you notice one or manythings that you do LACk,Spell L. A. C., Kindly,to remind thee,’twere far betterto Light A Candlethan to stay stone stilland C.T.D.–(Curse The Darkness),for that will keep you just as blindand still sure the whole … Continue reading

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CONNECTED TO THE WHOLE, WIDE WORLD, AND SO ALONE– OR AM I?

Connected to the Whole Wide World through the padded tips of fingers, budded ears, unseen cell phone camera eyes, blips, bits and bytes computer-aided constant chatter, tipping tapping talking points and moments punted, blunted, shunted condensed till lack of time … Continue reading

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A BIG OLD BOX

A big old box, more big than me, and cold– a modern-day necessity, solid sustenance a while fresh to hold. . . The trusty, old one served us well, last legs beyond, though tired, as tired as tired could be, … Continue reading

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SERGE ON THE SURF

Someone called his name out toward the waves. . . his board through bay breakers roared, pulled up and forward by ripping winds blowing up the fabric of arching kite puffed out in flight. . . His black wetsuit that … Continue reading

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IN SEARCH OF A POEM

[Written for the currently running poetry challenge linked to below. Consider joining in, if you feel so moved, whether you consider yourself a poet or not]. A poem some words that we chose different from workaday everyday normal-speak we also … Continue reading

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PENCIL POEM

Etched in my mind my memory, my vision of desire. . . a hoop atop a tiny wand billows bubbles into being. . . irridescent rainbow swirls play upon their wobbly floating shimmying convexity, subtle, see-through spheres, delighting children, dogs, … Continue reading

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INKY PEN AND REAL LIVE PAPER

Find one now, in whatever drawer or cup– an inky pen and any scrap or page of real live paper. And let it feel deflation, tension, worry or weak-kneed stance of sad or mad or deep afraid. . . There … Continue reading

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