Archive for July, 2013

Tuesday Quote

Posted in quotes on July 23, 2013 by Susan Crane

Tuesday Quote

“The restlessness and the longing, like the longing that is in the whistle of a faraway train. Except that the longing isn’t really in the whistle—it is in you.”
― Meindert DeJong, The Little Cow and the Turtle

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Monday Writing Prompt

Posted in my art, my words, writing prompts on July 22, 2013 by Susan Crane

Monday Writing Prompt

Write about the poetry in clouds, the color turquoise and the very last time you said goodbye.

Submission Saturday

Posted in submission saturday on July 20, 2013 by Susan Crane

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Friday Haiku

Posted in friday haiku, my words on July 19, 2013 by Susan Crane

Friday Haiku

I sing in whispers
Never enough room to dance
I want to go home

Who am I when I am not writing? Is there a cartography desperate enough to chart the distance between my last word and my next one?

Posted in my words on July 18, 2013 by Susan Crane

Who am I when I am not writing?  Is there a cartography desperate enough to chart the distance between my last word and my next one?

Writers to Worship

Posted in my art, writers to worship on July 17, 2013 by Susan Crane

Writers to Worship

“So much held in a heart in a lifetime. So much held in a heart in a day, an hour, a moment. We are utterly open with no one, in the end — not mother and father, not wife or husband, not lover, not child, not friend. We open windows to each but we live alone in the house of the heart. Perhaps we must. Perhaps we could not bear to be so naked, for fear of a constantly harrowed heart. When young we think there will come one person who will savor and sustain us always; when we are older we know this is the dream of a child, that all hearts finally are bruised and scarred, scored and torn, repaired by time and will, patched by force of character, yet fragile and rickety forevermore, no matter how ferocious the defense and how many bricks you bring to the wall. You can brick up your heart as stout and tight and hard and cold and impregnable as you possibly can and down it comes in an instant, felled by a woman’s second glance, a child’s apple breath, the shatter of glass in the road, the words ‘I have something to tell you,’ a cat with a broken spine dragging itself into the forest to die, the brush of your mother’s papery ancient hand in a thicket of your hair, the memory of your father’s voice early in the morning echoing from the kitchen where he is making pancakes for his children.”
― Brian Doyle-author of Mink River

Tuesday Quotes

Posted in quotes on July 16, 2013 by Susan Crane

Tuesday Quotes

“No one lacks voice. Not even the dead. But many lack ears, the ability to hear those stories out of which the most destitute of people are forging their destinies, breathing life into bleached bones. ”
― Demetria Martinez, Confessions of a Berlitz-Tape Chicana