Today has been a tear-filled day for me. I have plenty of practice with boundaries to protect my acutely empathic soul at this point, but at times like these, when the swirling energy is so intense and pooling, here and now, as threads of past and present and all possible futures meet, there is no… Continue reading
Posts by "Letha Thérèse"
Summer Snapshot
My two boys fully dressed for the first time in days maybe weeks walked with me I held the dog pulling pawing as they ran ahead High socks and bright shoes so rare in summer kicking up dust They stopped erratically breathless from racing celebrating the green the rocks the occasional scat Much like the… Continue reading
A Late Walk
When you’re out on that final walk with the dog later than you should be at the tail end of dusk. Drops begin to fall. Sparse and then less so. And you close your eyes for a moment as that same dog leads you with his regular series of hurried steps and pauses and the… Continue reading
That Mist
That mist encountered on a spring evening just after rains trapped the warmth that chose to flow the mist that draws out those heady scents of green and earth that drapes flimsy-like loose woven linen angled gently across forest ground cover a gnarled tree looping itself out like a leg from under the covers on… Continue reading
When a Facebook Thread Goes off the Rails, and Fiction Results
**Or, “Write a scene using the words code, witch, insult, and paleo cupcakes.”** Ana scowled at her screen. She contemplated tweaking the title on her email signature. Perhaps she could use it, for certain “special” clients… Then again, when it came to a name like “Ana” in this shop, maybe only Lead Developer, Google would… Continue reading
Prompt Scenes: On a Philadelphia Sidewalk
**From a prompt to: Write a scene using the words concrete, bacteria, and daisy.** When I fell, the tears pricked instantly and threatened to flood over. I inhaled sharply and held my breath, fighting back the urge to sob, even though I was alone. The first salt water escaped as I pushed myself up from… Continue reading
A Day in Vermont
Morning whirlwind. Cider bottling. History sharing. Jerry-rigging. Tentatively stumbling through dreams that have settled in the cracks of life. Feeling them overflow a little. Future ferments. T-shirts wet from bottle rinsing. Dried cider in hair – on skin – remnants of rogue sprays as the filter made trouble. Fresh… Continue reading
Open Heart
Kissed by sunbeams, breeze freed droplets offering playful surprises against my skin, head full of summer smells, and the wind so solidly at my back while running up that daunting hill heading towards home on Barrows Rd this morning that I laughed, breathlessly, out loud… Sometimes, asking for help from something greater than ourselves is… Continue reading
Tuesday Fiction – Falling Asleep in a Heat Wave
The beads of sweat from my left leg trickled down, making their way through a maze of fine hairs, and soaked into the pollen tinged canvas of the outdoor cushions. My shirt bunched in knotty rolls along my back as I leaned into a stack of pillows. I could feel the ridges of pink welts… Continue reading
Poetry Challenge – Egg Balancing
A friend posed the following challenge: Write a poem about your experience balancing an egg on the equinox… Wet heavy snow A cocoon for her upturned egg She’d paused momentarily considering balancing it in a pot settling the yolk on the bottom hardboiled But snow on the Vernal Equinox was enough to keep it perched… Continue reading
An Essay Contest
There is something undeniably fanciful about a contest whose winner will inherit an historic Maine Inn, yet I couldn’t help but sit with the idea for awhile. Since, in the end, I landed firmly in the camp of preferring to weave the challenge into a story over actually being responsible for such an endeavor, the following… Continue reading
On Forgetting
A 20 minute freewriting exercise inspired by the phrase, “I don’t remember.” It happens less when I’m well rested. When stress levels are lower and the focus is happy. That pesky nagging that, “I don’t remember.” As someone who lives much of her life in her head, writing as I do, quietly pondering as I… Continue reading