I relished a trip to Amherst, Massachusetts, a few years ago with my family. A long-time writing heroine of mine, Emily Dickinson and I had an appointment. I could hardly wait to visit her childhoold home. I consider Dickinson America’s best poet, exceeding the writings of Frost, Whitman, Sandburg, and Emerson… even contemporary poets like…
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Why I Love Billy, Part 2
Here’s another reason I love Billy Collins…
Why I Love Billy
“But tonight, the lion of contentment has placed a warm heavy paw on my chest…” This is why I love Billy Collins…
Dawn… Each One Uncommon
In case you missed dawn this morning, this is what it looked like from my frontyard. Not knowing when dawn will come, I open every door. –Emily Dickinson
Slice of Life
Here’s a slice of life. I have been sitting by the fire all day in this big chair, reading. Pure luxury. Ahhh, a day just to read… and not to write… to think… and not to write…
Tapping Bird
For two days, a little, lost cardinal has been tapping on our front door, trying to get in. He certainly has been insistent. Tap, tap, rapping at our door. I quickly snapped this picture of the little lost creature. He flew away as soon as he saw someone inside, but he came right back….
‘Setting Sail’
It is the holiday season, and everyone is thinking about holiday stuff. Very few are thinking about “Setting Sail ” right now. I am not sure Emily Dickinson was talking about just “sailing” either when she wrote this beautiful poem. Setting Sail Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, – Past the…
100 Simple Things (just the first ten)
“Sunset at Sea” by Monet 1) I love art and get lost in it, could study one great piece for hours. The best art is metaphorical like this piece by Monet. What metaphor do you see in this? 2) I don’t like peas or lima beans. I stuffed them in my pockets as a kid, so…
‘I’m Nobody. Who are You?’
Britney Spears, uh, no uh, Lindsay Lohan, uh, no uh, Paris Hilton, uh… I’m Nobody. Who are You? by Emily Dickinson I’m nobody. Who are you? Are you nobody too? Then there’s a pair of us–don’t tell! They’d banish us you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public like a frog To tell your name…
Bonnie Saul Wilks 