Archive for August, 2013

Friday Haiku

Posted in friday haiku, my words with tags , , on August 30, 2013 by Susan Crane

Friday Haiku

I keep your secrets
The poverty of new rain
The sound of your touch

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Writing Advice

Posted in advice with tags , on August 29, 2013 by Susan Crane

I tell my students one of the most important things they need to know is when they are at their best, creatively. They need to ask themselves, What does the ideal room look like? Is there music? Is there silence? Is there chaos outside or is there serenity outside? What do I need in order to release my imagination?
— TONI MORRISON

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Writers to Worship

Posted in writers to worship with tags , on August 28, 2013 by Susan Crane

Writers to Worship

‘He squatted over the wolf and touched her fur. He touched the cold and perfect teeth. The eye turned to the fire gave back no light and he closed it with his thumb and sat by her and put his hand upon her bloodied forehead and closed his own eyes that he could see her running in the mountains, running in the starlight where the grass was wet and the sun’s coming as yet had not undone the rich matrix of creatures passed in the night before her. Deer and hare and dove and groundvole all richly empaneled on the air for her delight, all nations of the possible world ordained by God of which she was one among and not separate from. Where she ran the cries of the coyotes clapped shut as if a door had closed upon them and all was fear and marvel. He took up her stiff head out of the leaves and held it or he reached to hold what cannot be held, what already ran among the mountains at once terrible and of a great beauty, like flowers that feed on flesh. What blood and bone are made of but can themselves not make on any altar nor by any wound of war. What we may well believe has power to cut and shape and hollow out the dark form of the world surely if wind can, if rain can. But what cannot be held never be held and is no flower but is swift and a huntress and the wind itself is in terror of it and the world cannot lose it.’

Tuesday Quote

Posted in quotes with tags , , on August 27, 2013 by Susan Crane

Tuesday Quote

“The only music I can make is that of small things”
-Giacomo Puccini

Monday Writing Prompt

Posted in writing prompts with tags on August 26, 2013 by Susan Crane

Monday Writing Prompt

This morning, close your eyes as you write in your notebook. What does “here” feel like to you today?

Friday Haiku

Posted in friday haiku, my words with tags , , on August 23, 2013 by Susan Crane

Friday Haiku

Pray devastated
Open your wounds before God
Earn your place on earth

Things You Might Remember About Me

Posted in my words with tags , , on August 22, 2013 by Susan Crane

Things You Might Remember About Me

That I loved sparkling wine from Spain, and cursed, almost constantly. That I avoided board games, houseguests and Friday nights. That I embraced Gershwin, espresso and Sunday mornings. That I taught you the only way to eat pomegranates…letting the juice drip down your chin and stain your clothing.
That when storm clouds rolled across the mountains, I stood on our front steps and studied each one in turn, then we took out our box of 96 Crayola crayons (a smaller box was not an option) and drew the clouds until we became them.
That I took long walks on starry nights, pausing in front of the neighborhood fire station and serenading the firefighters with an a capella version of my favorite Fontella Bass song, “Rescue Me”.
That I wrote letters to God and hid them inside sunflowers.
That I told everybody I could not cook so I would not have to cook for them. When alone, I created culinary masterpieces, savoring every bite as if it was forbidden treasure.
That I made time to cry at least once a day.
That I fell often and loudly, down stairs, on icy sidewalks, and in and out of love, trusting you were there to catch me.
That I stared at the world and realized it was too marvelous to ever be truly discovered. But I did discover it. Again and again and again.
Excerpted from This Ruined House-©Susan Crane