blue like china seas
I've seen these
far reaching as line of water meets sand
steady in their gaze
with twinkling wisdom
My father's eyes?
not cloud nor cataract to disguise
the heart remembers what the years forget
a life become survival mechanism
incessant like catechism
Eyes deep as ancient… Continue
Added by Donna Stumpo on October 30, 2009 at 7:57pm —
I have a song you might like to listen to about a ghost I met in Colorado, but I'm not sure how to send it to you... I could send the lyric, but the song has a specific sound that makes it something.
Added by Bill Nash on October 28, 2009 at 1:44pm —
As writers we take our shots where and when we can get them. A recent adventure to the Austin Film Festival proved to be just the inspiration I needed. If you are an aspiring screenwriter, or writer in general, this was the place to be. First I must mention one of the classes I took was called A Shot of Inspiration, and as the class was in session, Daniel Petrie, Jr. writer of Beverly Hills Cop, The Big Easy, and Shoot to Kill,
passed around shots of whiskey.… Continue
Added by Dorraine Darden on October 27, 2009 at 12:30pm —
I'm sitting in front of a warm, glowing fire. Everyone else in the house - meaning husband, the big, barky dog, and the demanding cat have curled up and fallen asleep. I have reading by the fire on my schedule, but first I wanted to share a few things with family, friends, and readers.
Writers often hear that readers want to peek inside their lives and that their blogs are a good place to do that. To share a little of what's on our minds. Sometimes writers are very, very good about… Continue
Added by River Jordan on October 26, 2009 at 11:28pm —
The ghost didn't really feel it ever had much of a chance.
It was an average ghost, of average height and girth. It had an average personality, and an average i.q. It had experienced, yes, quite an average life before being relegated to ghostdom.
It had died on a gurney, whilst being wheeled to a waiting ambulance, after choking on a large chunk of tuna in a sushi restaurant. All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't squeeze that goddamn piece of fish out of… Continue
Added by David Vidal on October 26, 2009 at 5:46am —
Have to share this - not really entering the contest, but I thought this was a little spooky. I never knew "orbs" until my daughter explained them to me (she's very much into the paranormal). I took this photo a couple of weeks ago and have no explanation for the little "reflection" at the base of the tree, especially since the sun was shining on the other side of said tree. This was taken in a park, but on the grounds is a very old house with a very small (only two headstones) cemetery. I was… Continue
Added by Elle MacNeil on October 25, 2009 at 11:59pm —
These days, it seems that almost everybody has a friend or family member in the Armed Services, stationed "over there". With the holiday season fast approaching, we can do great good by helping our brave loved ones to be able to get in touch with their folks at home by donating to this very worthy and practical program that the USO runs each year. If you are interested in making a difference for someone who has to spend their holiday season so very very far from home, please go… Continue
Added by Donna Stumpo on October 25, 2009 at 8:38pm —
Ok, Folks! Here's your next chance to be a Wiffledust Creativity Contest Winner! And if you win, you get a $20 Borders Gift Certificate and your entry will be in the next Wiffledust Webzine, our E Newsletter and plastered on Facebook. Unless you're shy. In which case, we'll figure something out...
So what do you have to do? Well you're a creative group. This won't be too hard. By Halloween at the strike of midnight...this means the midnight that begins Halloween not ends it, submit… Continue
Added by wiffledust on October 24, 2009 at 10:00am —
Added by Dorraine Darden on October 21, 2009 at 9:00am —
It was a tough day today. Mom was on my mind a lot and I'm not sure why. She usually creeps up on me at odd and random times, like when I try to call someone and automatically begin to dial her number, a number that hasn't reached her in just over two years now; or I think of something that I know she'd have appreciated and then realize she's no longer there to tell anymore. Today it began while I was running errands and realized the stores had all the Christmas decorations and diplays up… Continue
Added by Elle MacNeil on October 19, 2009 at 12:22am —
I remember folding the freshly laundered onesies and putting them away. I sat in the rocking chair, a warm August breeze blew the white eylet curtains ever so slightly. I scrunched my toes into the thick pile of sand colored carpet and took it all in. Blue bunnies sat on crooked alphabet letters and seemed to parade across the wallpaper of the nursery. The brand new cherrywood crib shone as the sun bounched of the side. I had dreamed of the day our… Continue
Added by Suzanne Duncan Lees on October 17, 2009 at 3:59pm —
'Here's To Us'
coyright 2009 by Rick Reiley
Here's to the people who make things happen
Workers of body and mind
Those who tote barges and lift up bales
And hang their lives on the line
Here's to those who accomplish a little
And those who accomplish a lot
Those who make breakfast and pour morning coffee
And paint lines on the parking lot
Here's to the others, the culprits and misfits
The ones who don't fit at… Continue
Added by Rick Reiley on October 15, 2009 at 9:16am —
The famous line, "If you build it, they will come". This can hold true for any part of life, stemming from the simple, mundane tasks that we do everyday such as getting up and taking responsibility for ourselves to the more intrinsic things such as taking care of a sick loved one, getting our kids off to school, or going to our dead end job so that our family has food to eat. What we are building is character. We are teaching our children that taking responsibilty for ourselves takes character.… Continue
Added by Denise Minchin on October 14, 2009 at 3:45pm —
No earth shattering revelations here. Just fell out.
I am surrounded by guilty parties
And sometimes the guilty party all night long
It's hard to sleep when these guilty parties
All break out in song
I am surrounded by conflicts of conscience
Or maybe just good intentions gone astray
I am surrounded by guilty parties
Guilty parties either way
When I was a baby the world was… Continue
Added by Rick Reiley on October 13, 2009 at 10:15am —
I woke up with this in my head. Sheesh! Stay away from the brown acid ! =)
Field of Dreams is for the thinker
First Costner movie that was not a stinker.
You can never really change the past
Life is fleeting , it goes by fast
Go for it! No matter what the dream ..
Even if it involves a team.
Reconcile with all you know
You never know when they're going to go.
The End ^_*
Added by Ericka Gray on October 12, 2009 at 6:12pm —
I've got an old dog in my backyard. Nothing new about that scenario but this is an old dog that's new to me. He's lost and is looking for his home. He's a shepard mix of some sort and old enough to have met Columbus when his ship first arrived- at east that's what I'm guessing. He's blind, partly crippled and deaf with a tumor on his right hind leg. But he's a good old dog.
He was wandering in heavy traffic out on W. Main Friday afternoon, looking helpless when a lady… Continue
Added by Rick Reiley on October 12, 2009 at 10:49am —
Field of Dreams.......I saw the movie many years ago. My interpretation of the movie Field of Dreams is that our dreams...are often times are far more important to us and to others than we realize. (I emphasize others in this case). Sometimes we have to let the dream have a life of its own in the real world and let it play out. Many times it's not the reality of the dream coming true but the process that unfolds that is the most important reality. I separate dreams occasionally from idle… Continue
Added by Rick Reiley on October 11, 2009 at 10:36am —
“Please wake up,” he whispered for the one-thousandth time.
He reached over to her limp hand and laced his fingers in hers. As he silently wept for his one and only love, he felt her pulse pump strongly through her fingers. It was then he knew that she would live.
She lay in that same bed, with that same guy by her side, for the next eight weeks. One day, a Saturday, as the young man rested his head on the edge of her bed, she stirred. Her voice, having not… Continue
Added by Steen Krause on October 1, 2009 at 11:20pm —
The fire fades to embers as I listen
to the sounds of the forest night.
Crickets create a loud chorus
as owls and the breeze add their
An injured animal waits for
a pause in the night's song
to let up it's pained complaint,
and as I listen, a chill crawls
up my spine.
If I were to make a sound
to express my feelings right at
this moment, that is what I would
sound like;… Continue
Added by Steen Krause on October 1, 2009 at 6:09pm —