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The Art of Solitude – Finding Your Creative Space

  Can we create something meaningful and enduring from chaos?  In today's social media hyped world - viral yes, enduring no. I find it easier to start outside then dive into the center and create from that space. That means finding the environment, the space, a ritual, an object that inspires, a scent, music that… Continue reading The Art of Solitude – Finding Your Creative Space

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Honoring Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou; April 4, 1928 – May 28, 2014. Her website states, "Dr. Maya Angelou is a remarkable Renaissance woman who is hailed as one of the great voices of contemporary literature." She was a poet, author, educator, historian, a mother and mostly a friend whose voice we'll always hear urging us to do better,… Continue reading Honoring Maya Angelou

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The Making of a Craftsman or Artisan

Whoever said creativity was easy, a buzz from the subconscious, has not been through the dark night of the soul. I have. I wept with my protagonist wondering, why...why am I doing this to myself?  So lately I've been spent. Drained by the sheer grit of finishing the first draft of my novel and now with… Continue reading The Making of a Craftsman or Artisan

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Letting Life Clarify the Can’t

    Letting Life Clarify the Can't. You can't dodge the pain You can't get it right all the time Make a fool out of yourself trying... It's OK. Soon you'll recognize that sinking nudge to run the other direction. You'll get familiar with balls of lead in your mouth, the gravel in your throat.… Continue reading Letting Life Clarify the Can’t

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Unsightly Edges – A Poem

Unsightly Edges - A Poem By Ama Danesi There's a knock, a hesitant rap on my nape from pain that's testing, peering over my delicate collar-bone for a crack in my steely resolve. My need for more is a palmed heat. I'm done with squatters. He can still smell me in his nostrils. He lingers, a familiar high… Continue reading Unsightly Edges – A Poem