Word Ninja Girl … author, Mimi DiFrancesca
Author Blog & Cyber Waystation for General Hilarity, Serious Words and Maximum Thinkiness, Poetry, Essays, News on Books, Writing and The Wisdom of the Universe… or maybe it's about the coffee. Or the glitter. Yeah, it's probably the glitter.
If I close my eyes, I can see her standing there. She would lean against the kitchen counter facing me; her right foot flat on the floor, left bent at the knee with her white sneaker balanced toe down, heel up, crossed at the ankle. Her left arm would be held across her body; hand... Continue Reading →
Soul Photograph Poems are just a short Glimpse into the silent mind A soul photograph
gone again these summer darlings arriving with the leaves of spring and gone in a golden whirl on the October wind across the street lights out and the thousand treasures on the lawn hidden in their winter dens park, quiet now but for the crunch of leaves beneath the only walker's feet docks empty of... Continue Reading →
It takes a couple days to fall back into the deep familiar of this old house. It takes a minute to not be surprised when Lucca, the cat, follows me to the bathroom , because I may need him in the dodgy second floor neighborhood. Thugs and all. He'll protect me, after his belly rub.... Continue Reading →
What Remains Morning after view Evidence of their I do's Sweet blooms of pale hues
A new friend brought me here tonight. Into this bustle of writers where we are working alone or gathered in small groups, talking, laughing, sipping wine with others; gathering here from a 50 mile radius; our host tonight, fellow writer, maker of extraordinary sparkling wines, Larry Mawby. It's a picture perfect summer evening and poems... Continue Reading →
So, there's this woman named Sally. She grew up with music and art and amazing people surrounding her and when she came into her power, she wanted to start something that could grow and last. Something that required people to join the game; participate. The game is about creative flow and it starts with one... Continue Reading →
On the day you came into my life a breeze arrived as well, bringing the scent of a summer night; all jasmine and lawn clippings and the crickets sang a song for hours that sounded a lot like, "You're home. You're home. You're home."
Coming up on Memorial Day, I am reminded of everyone I have said goodbye to. This morning at breakfast, in a voice just above a whisper, Nancy said next week will be a year since Larry passed. A year. How is that possible? Earlier this year, I had written a note to some friends who... Continue Reading →
