Writes With Pencils

fiction, memoir, essays and poetry

Month: February, 2015

Writer’s Choice



I want to write about four day old snow
cracking into laughter
under the steps
of new hillwalking shoes
across dozing fields
in frozen sunlight.

I want to write about smokey whiskey
sipped from second-hand glasses
smiling on lips by firelight.
Logs, split by strong hands,
after washing salt from the car
and feeding the birds.

I want to write about juicy kisses
and chocolate chip cookies
hot from the oven, pulled apart,
wafting of butter
waiting to plunge into icy milk
of refreshing comfort.
This may be my last bite,
so I’ll enjoy it.
Grief can wait till tomorrow.

Bookmark Quote #103


Libraries will get you through times of no money better than money will get you through times of no libraries.

-Anne Herbert

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The Lunacy and Truth of “We are OK!”


Seven strangers sit
holding mugs of herbal tea
as warmth and comfort.

Each tells a story
of love lost to suicide,
mysteries remain.

Sobs of grief and pain,
full of questions and self-doubt,
punctuate some tales.

Factual, detached,
chronologically precise,
one mourner reports.

Numbed in disbelief
a recent death stuns and dulls,
eyes fill silently.

Lives ripped and ruptured
try making sense of chaos
where none can be found.

Sweet memories shared
of life before the madness
brighten sad faces.

In the tragedies,
left to puzzle and survive,
we search for meaning.

Some prevailing truths
limited to suicide
can be ludicrous.

Then one smiles and laughs
and with solidarity
another joins in.

Grateful for this place
where talk of horror, lunacy,
and death shock no one.

We seven all are
members of a lonely club,
no one wants to be.

We all understand
life’s foundation’s been destroyed,
but a roof remains.

Bookmark Quote #102


With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw its fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.

-Haruki Murakami

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