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Poem: Go Back

Posted by in Poetry, Ten Minutes, Writing

Go back and look at the small house
the small room
with the great window
Go back and smell the fire burning
hear the wood break
beneath the weight of flame

Go back and touch the round keys
make your fingers stretch into each impression
Go back to hear that mechanical click
The muted sound of your own voice

Go back to sift through piles of papers
to layers of carpets on the cold wood floor
Branches outside tapping the window
The wind wailing at the coming storm

Go back because you cannot belong here
Your heart will grow quiet
your hands will grow bored
Go back ’cause you can never love them
they way you love the written word.

This post is a part of the #tenminutes series, a challenge to write for ten minutes, every day, no matter what. To learn more visit: Ten Minute Challenge and join the movement!

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TEN MINUTES CHALLENGE DAILY PROMPT

“A Relationship with Your Writing” – Write about your relationship with your writing. You can make your writing some grand idea; personify it as a person or living thing, like writing about it as a child youve nurtured or abandoned;  write  “to” it as if writing a letter, write “as” it speaking to you… is your writing a stalker that wont leave you be? Are you it’s victim of unrequited love? Compare your relationship with your writing with your relationship with something else, like your spouse, child, job, or hobbies. You can do it in any style you like! These are just a few fun ideas.

Please do share. I love to see your work. Ready? Set. Write forth! #tenminutes

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Christmas Nostalgia & Other Convert Conundrums

Posted by in Articles & Rants, Motherhood Project, Ten Minutes, Writing

I was blessed to discover and accept Islam when I was 19 years old. Up until that point, I had been a child, lazily exploring different faiths, but for the most part raised Christian. I dabbled in Buddhism, Wicca, Agnosticism, Atheism… I was trying to find my truth… but a sort of backdrop of my somewhat Christian upbringing was always there. (Side note: Never in my life do I recall my mother taking us to church, it was only when we lived with our grandmother, or later when I got…read more

Journal: The View From Where I Sit

Posted by in Articles & Rants, Motherhood Project, Ten Minutes, Writing

I was spurred to go on a bike ride this afternoon. It’s the first I’ve taken to really go out and explore on my own since I got this bike a couple weeks ago. I traveled along the partially paved bike path until I ran out of paving. Traveled along wistfully, surrounded by half-woods, searching for something. Some special place to call my own. Some little cove to steal away to in the early morning hours and write. I was searching for an escape from my life. I imagine that’s…read more

Journal: New Bike, New Experiences

Posted by in Articles & Rants, Ten Minutes, Writing

I recently got a bike. Its exciting, really. Its been a while since I’ve ridden a bike and, being that I don’t drive these days, a bike offers a whole new level of freedom and independence for me. I’m riding more and more frequently, as my behind gets used to the excruciating pain of riding for the first time in years (yes, I’m ordering a new seat), and hope to eventually explore new areas of Wichita, find new inspiration, and maybe even join some writers circles and workshops! Being homebound…read more

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Video: Reaching Your Writing Climax

Posted by in Articles & Rants, Motherhood Project, Ten Minutes, Writing

Once you get into the habit of writing you will eventually reach your writing climax, a plateau in your desire to write. How do nurture and maintain your passion and still manage a normal life? Does writing take precedence over housework? Child rearing? Spousal needs? Let’s explore that. #tenminutes This post is a part of the #tenminute challenge. To learn more visit: Ten Minute Challenge and join the movement!

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Poem: An Intimate Knowledge

Posted by in Poetry, Ten Minutes, Writing

Although I know its not necessary to know the name of each bird, Their distinct calls: Chirp, shrill, twitter, caw, whoop, tweet, whistle, wail Or the name of the soft green grass beneath me Or the genus of these familiar jagged-leaved weeds Evergreen needles, long purple blooms The gray versus the brownish-gray squirrel These flat stacking stones The strange blood red bugs with frightening shells Although I know it is not necessary to know every detail I mourn it still: my ignorance. And wish I knew more for the sake…read more

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Journal: The Myth of Balance

Posted by in Articles & Rants, Motherhood Project, Ten Minutes, Writing

I got straight up out of bed this morning, went pee, then walked downstairs and sat down at the laptop. It’s probably not healthy, probably not balanced, buts it’s already after 9 o’clock and I should have been writing hours ago. I can tell you that balance is something I talk a lot about but have yet to achieve. Even in a single day, balance eludes me. I think a lot about this vision of a writer’s life. I know tons of writers have kids, and husbands, and homework, and…read more

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Poem: Business as Usual

Posted by in Motherhood Project, Poetry, Ten Minutes, Writing

I wake up and want to write. Pull on my favorite gray sweater Brew a cup of coffee Settle into the dirty couch. There are so many ideas Thoughts running through my head And I tiptoe across the keyboard Hoping to keep the house quiet. I recount dreams Blog, Edit, Repost. Type without much thought Building habits in the quiet. But gradually children wake up As I knew they would And I try to give the sense that I don’t want to be bothered today Today I am writing, children….read more

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Journal: Dreams of the Dead & Living Nostalgia

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I woke up after a series of disorienting and wild dreams. Dreams with long bus routes going in the wrong direction, apartments with unfamiliar people, a strong sense of panic, confusion and loss. I woke up after dreams of my grandmother needing me to set up a shower and my failure to do something so simple… pipes leaking everywhere, failure and chaos. In reflecting now, that seemed to be the theme… an inability to do things right. Failure. I remember a boy who I loved, I remember saying I always…read more

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