A touchingly beautiful piece of a nurse who offers friendship with her duties and a strong woman who keeps on living with cancer until she knows it is time to leave and then does so with her husband beside her. Very poignant and an honest picture of what it's like to live through this time of loss and love.
This piece is , in my opinion, one of the best I have read on reviewing and critiquing. I have become quite addicted to reviewing but lately cooled off a bit as I began to feel some reviewers do tend to nitpick . And yet as you say, if two or three people mention the same thing ,there is reason to check it out and learn from it.
I find if I like a piece, feel good about it, as though I get something out of it and am moved I rate on the high side because I sincerely believe that is what writing is.
I know punctuation is important and I do try and do my best but I also believe that is what editors are for. That's probably my biggest bugaboo.
I digress a bit. A fine bit of work I enjoyed your opinion! Stop over sometime.
Maretta
This short piece has such a profound truth in it. Kudos to you for the last and most IMPORTANT line. :You gotta make them feel." In all writing that's the name of the game! I have often wanted to scream this at writer's, make them laugh, cry , horrify you, or break your heart but the feeling is the great payoff.
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A lovely , humorous , well told story of helping out our loved ones. I know your biggest reward was finally making it into those clean sheets on your OWN bed.I love the whole story but your last line is perfect!
I spent five years of my life in Mass. too. The fried clams are delicious but how could you forget the lobster rolls.???????????
This little story touched me, perhaps altho I am from the USA, my mind and heart is often in the UK. I have spent many holidays there and my best friend lived in Manchester for most of her life. She had told me many tales of the war years when she was a very young girl and she and her sun did take us to Blackpool to view "The Illuminations". Are you British?
war years.
Hope you will drop over to my port someday.
Maretta
This is a poignant piece. The first part revealing how sensitive to the small non-important thinge we let ourselves get so riled up abput,{cable being out.etc.} The next Robert Frost's poem The Road Not Taken and ending up with Jay's story of knowing he had a place to stay but not a home. And your perfect last sentence, "Home is more than a concept, but there is life without home. It's more than a news item. A tale well told and hopefully touching us all.
I like your story of Susan, a good and caring teacher and of the too often envious, politicall minded Mrs. Vera. After having read some of your other pieces I am wondering if this story isn't autobiographical?
I know I have written part of a story on my life n that way. It's called The Caretaker. Please stop over at my port someday.
I found this essay on notable bi-polars quite interesting and even intriguing in the sense that so many of these people seem to me to be extra sensitive and extra prolific in rising above many problems ie:Lincoln, Churchill, Jefferson etc.
I often think {and I am no scienetist, no Doctor or therapist }but to be creative is to be in a sense bipolar. It seems feelings run deeper, sensitivity to others feeling more aware and the ability, at times to rise to heights of great stature because of these feelings. I will read more on this subject.
I think this is a great way to push your buttons and make you write about things you may never think about. Also, almost everyone can give 15 minutes to write. It is rather like a puzzle and very satisfying when you set the clock for 15 minutes and it's ready! set! Go!
A truly beautiful poem describing the wonderment of waking to your love for the first time and of enjoying the moment of of belonging. "Witness these sweet breaths of our first morning." is a lovely ending to this poem.
Really great, almost flash fiction, poignant story of a little girl and her visit with an angel. Altho- the mother felt disbelief she saw the movement of light in the shadow and wonders. I think we all meet angels at times sometimes in disguise and sometimes like Dorothy when our mind is open.
You have a way with words. I started to get hungry just reading your poem after reading the fourth version I'm thinking I need to make a sandwich.
We will not think about "the South Beach Diet "while we are reading this
I love all the versions of your poem. I think it is so delightful because we can remember using some of these lines ourselves and if we have children we can remember these lines being used on us. And hopefully a 100 or so years in the future they will still be used , proving the wonder and the`uncanny virtue of childhood.
A teenage ode to"waiting for Mr. Right" to come along. Sad and full of longing for this girl and for almost evryone till we finally meet that special someone..
I have read most of the work from your site and have more than enjoyed all of it.I think I like this one the best because you have caught the very essence of your town and the people you have known and loved. They are all there to greet you and your last sentence"Come walk with us in the light and enjoy this day for eternity is one we all hope to hear someday.Beautifully written!
Maretta
I find this very interesting, because I have a son and a daughter-in-law who are actors and a son who is a director of commercials and documentaries. I see an average of at least a play a month and often have been at "Talk backs" where authors talk about where and how they have developed their ideas and plays.
I usually write short stories and I have never really thought about a script but found the idea very interesting and rather intriguing. I voted for the plot "the winedealer in the 40's." It sounds as though there would be many directions to go with that subject.
Enjoyed this. Thanks. Maretta
A definate picture portrait of a beautiful day for an outing. Many
lovely descriptive sentences. One of my favorites is "Crayola drew her muse for creating new colors" from the wild flowers. Also it was the "last hurrah of wimter "etc. A snowstorm to remember . I read many beautiful poems here and often say "I am not a poet" but try to express my poetry in the prose I write. This piece to me is poetry and what I sometimes try to do with my work.
I am not a poet, as I often say, and on reading this poem I feel it is well written and descriptive in letting us know the tiger's feelings. Maybe I should feel understanding about this pent up beast but somehow I just cannot feel much sympathy and must say this is just a personal feeling.
A rather wondrous poem about time, defining its many different meanings. Well expressed and touching each of us , whether as a child looking to the future with all it has to hold or an older person knowing time is getting shorter. This poem ends asking that time be used wisely for all humanity. Wish we could do just that.
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A sad tribute to the men who fought our wars long ago and now are forgotten. One can see them in every town or city, quiet, lonely, no one to tell their story too. The world has gone on and now the young ones are fighting , hoping to come home and tell heir stories. All of them need to be heard for all they have done for us.
A heartbreaking poem of the death of our young men in this nonsensical war. We, who have much younger sons or over age for the military sons only can imagine what it must be like to see the stress, worry and heartbreak of the families that wait and pray, and hope for peace for this entire world.
As always this author finds the right words .
This is a sad but too often true story of what can happen to a tired, depressed new mother {even an older one} if she has post partnum depression. You have made this into a well told story. The characters of Kayla and Jayden seem likable and human. Kayla trying to hide her feelings and Jayden making the best of things but truly loving his baby. A well thought out story and at least a somewhat happy ending.
I enjoyd reading this too but "I miss You" is till my favorite.
I have a beloved little grand-daughter age nine. If she at any time would write such a loving tribute to me, I would truly consider my life had been well lived.
You have written about all the important reasons we love and live,playin games late at night, exploring the beauty of the flowers, laughing together,being part of one anothers life.
I think this is a true "ode" to the beauty of a relationship and true love. Thanks and God Bless. Maretta
Due to government restrictions on childbearing, Jean and Lena struggle, in this well written story, to keep their two year old daughter Savannah a secret. They have managed to do so but now food is becoming more and more difficult to get and Lena is slowly dying from starvation.
The complete horror of their plight is climaxed when little Savannah manages to get to a window and look out, therfore being seen by people in the street. The ending ishopeless for little Savannah who at the age of two realizes why her mother always told her to"stay away from the light."
Perhaps, this story would not have the impact it does if these happenings did not seem a possibility in the world we live in today.
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