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Connection with Authors I Enjoy

Standing in front of my desk, I looked at the different books. Clearly, I am an eclectic reader but my passion lies with poetry. Poetry for me is excising our inner demons and every poet has a signature style. I love entering a poet’s domain. I study initially what they rhymed or didn’t. How did they use alliteration?

I lingered with Seamus Heaney this morning. His rhymes are not smooth at all but they work well (dungarees and rosaries, whops and footsteps, joys and tallboys). There are the typical ones like (dose and rose) too. I enjoy reading all kinds of rhymes because some are smooth as glass and others are clunky as heels on a hardwood floor. What matters most is the minute detail that a poet uses to create his/her work. Heaney to me is down to earth with his plainly spoken words that give the reader an extraordinary view of everyday existence. There are no illusions with Heaney. He challenges demons with delightful anecdotes.

Poetry contributor William Logan comments, “The younger Heaney wrote like a man possessed by demons, even when those demons were very literary demons; the older Heaney seems to wonder, bemusedly, what sort of demon he has become himself.” [i] I feel like I’m battling demons in my writing all the time, I think we all do.

This is one of my favorites of Heaney’s poems.[ii]

Death of a Naturalist


All year the flax-dam festered in the heart

Of the townland; green and heavy headed

Flax had rotted there, weighted down by huge sods.

Daily it sweltered in the punishing sun.

Bubbles gargled delicately, bluebottles

Wove a strong gauze of sound around the smell.

There were dragonflies, spotted butterflies,

But best of all was the warm thick slobber

Of frogspawn that grew like clotted water

In the shade of the banks. Here, every spring

I would fill jampotfuls of the jellied

Specks to range on window sills at home,

On shelves at school, and wait and watch until

The fattening dots burst, into nimble

Swimming tadpoles. Miss Walls would tell us how

The daddy frog was called a bullfrog

And how he croaked and how the mammy frog

Laid hundreds of little eggs and this was

Frogspawn. You could tell the weather by frogs too

For they were yellow in the sun and brown

In rain.

    Then one hot day when fields were rank

With cowdung in the grass the angry frogs

Invaded the flax-dam; I ducked through hedges

To a coarse croaking that I had not heard

Before. The air was thick with a bass chorus.

Right down the dam gross bellied frogs were cocked

On sods; their loose necks pulsed like sails. Some hopped:

The slap and plop were obscene threats. Some sat

Poised like mud grenades, their blunt heads farting.

I sickened, turned, and ran. The great slime kings

Were gathered there for vengeance and I knew

That if I dipped my hand the spawn would clutch it.



Seamus Heaney, “Death of a Naturalist” from Opened Ground: Selected poems 1966-1996. Copyright © 1999

[ii] Seamus Heaney, “Death of a Naturalist” from Opened Ground: Selected poems 1966-1996. Copyright © 1999

There are ethics in Washington?

I am proud of her for stepping out of her comfort zone for her beliefs is something that needs to happen more often in our society for change to occur.


Sally Yates just did something extremely rare.  She made a decision based on principle rather than on political party or personal gain/risk.  She had to know she would be dismissed for doing what she did, but she did it anyway.

We don’t see that very often in politics in the US.  Members of both parties need to take note.  So should  voters.

Maybe Yates should be the next president.

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Written by Jacob Ibrag Stopping for a moment, she tilted her head back and embraced being lost in the center of the forest. While most would’ve striven to find a way out, she wanted…

Source: Focus

Thieves aka Writers




I am grateful for my keen listening skills and my visual awareness for they are an awesome tool set to have as a writer.

Proudly a Thief

I stole a

scrap of conversation from an unsuspecting passerby

a flower or two from someone’s neglected garden

a photograph, mine or yours

does it really matter

I captivated a heart or two

My story, your story

the ideas simply  merged

so I spun  my own twist

and wrote it

my way.

Books and Women in History

I am an avid reader of women in history. Eleanor Roosevelt with all of her contributions and her flaws is one of my role models. I was delighted to discover two different authors with very different perspectives about her.

I’ve especially enjoyed all three books written by Blanche Wiesen Cook about her life. Ms. Cook presented a highly favorable accounting of Eleanor. Then I came across The Firebrand and the First Lady by Patricia Bell-Scott which introduced another portrait of Eleanor in a less favorable light with her interactions with Pauli Murray. As I read, I pondered the time frame and the restrictions placed on women, people of color and interference in their sexual preferences. Eleanor and Pauli lived in difficult times for women. Women have gained momentum but sadly, there are still many unresolved issues when it comes to race, equality, and humanity itself. Unfortunately, some people believe they are entitled to judge others.

What woman in history do you admire? Are there books about your choice you would recommend reading?

Regrettably, I feel our country has entered dark times with this present leadership. It saddens me immensely to see all the gains women have made in history tossed to the curb with a flick of a pen, coupled with the blatant male arrogance. It frightens me to think of a return to persecution based on race, religion or culture.

With that said, I feel Eleanor’s notable quotes apply now more than ever. Please don’t forget —

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. 

You must do the things you think you cannot do.

Thank you for joining me for a cup of coffee this overcast Sunday afternoon in Jersey.

Godspeed !


Passions beyond writing


Did you know the word crochet is a French word meaning small hook? Now, these little hooks come in a variety of different materials like for instance bone, bamboo, aluminum, plastic, and steel. My preference is aluminum because of how easily the yarn slides across the hook. I did give bamboo a try but soon discovered that my cat had gnawed on it giving it a rough texture and the yarn kept snagging. 😦

Crocheting appeals to me over knitting because each stitch is completed before I move onto the next one with the exception of Tunisian. That’s a different approach to crocheting and once completed is hot whereas typical crocheting has more breathability. I’ve done several scarves in this style and wrapping them like an infinity scarf was too much.

“1. Chain Stitch – the most basic of all stitches and used to begin most projects. 2. Slip Stitch – used to join chain stitch to form a ring. 3. Single Crochet Stitch (called Double Crochet Stitch in the UK) – easiest stitch to master Single Crochet Stitch Tutorial 4. Half Double Crochet Stitch (called Half Treble Stitch in the UK) – the ‘in-between’ stitch Half-Double Crochet Tutorial 5. Double Crochet Stitch (called Treble Stitch in the UK) – many uses for this unlimited use stitch Double Crochet Stitch Tutorial while the horizontal distance covered by these basic stitches is the same, they differ in height and thickness.”~wikipedia

One of the enjoyable things I discovered was a website offering free crochet patterns.  The reason it excited me was the opportunity to try a pattern to see if it’s something I’ll really enjoy doing. The days of accumulating crochet books that collect dust are over for this girl.

My current project is a beanie style hat to match the baby blanket I just finished. It’s a modern granny square blanket that came together quickly while riding in the car on a road trip. I haven’t blocked it yet, so it has some ripples in but once that is done it will lie smooth.  The hat I’m doing in pale pink.

The only downfalls to crocheting for me are my three furballs that love to grab the ball of yarn I’m working with and roll it across the room.

Thanks for joining me.




Writing Prompt


Worst Memoir Openings By: Brian A. Klems

“You’ve been tasked with ghostwriting a memoir for an extremely unusual person. You come up with many opening lines to the book, but one of them you write as a joke just to amuse yourself at how absurd the person’s story is. But now that person wants you to use that line. Share it…”

Discovered this on Writers Digest and thought I could have fun with this, while I’m working on my opening lines, what would be yours?


“Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another’s skin, another’s voice, another’s soul.” ~Joyce Carol Oates

“Writing is when we actively create those voices, skins, and souls.”~Lyn Crain

Like It Is ©Lyn Crain

Tell Me A Story
About The
Monkey in Business

ah, The Thrill of Mass Intimacy
Now Lovers
What No Murder
Of, Course I Have Questions
Leave Me with No Illusions
with Sideshow Glances
Simply All the Mortifications.

# NYTimes Titles and Subtitles

ah, is the only word added by me. Writer’s discretion.
It’s a whole new way of writing poetry that opens your mind in so many different ways.©