wren song greets the day
bare bone trees and steel-gray sky
drop into background
~ ~ ~ King’s College Choir, Cambridge, U.K.
It’s Christmas Eve, 1998. I’m sitting in a chair in our living room, facing our stereo speakers. Tears stream down my face. I’m listening to the annual live broadcast Read the rest of this entry »
September 2009. I’m still working on Week 1 in The Artist’s Way by Julie Cameron. The writing exercise asks me to name the voices of my Allies and Enemies. Not imaginary voices, but voices of real people who in one way or another encouraged or discouraged my creative self-worth.
My top three Enemy voices
When I was young I never told anyone I wanted to be a writer or an artist. Read the rest of this entry »
She remembers me
From long ago
A stranger, yet a friend
She says she was there
The day the war ended.
I don’t remember her. Read the rest of this entry »
On October 31, death put a punctuation point at the end of Bill Supplee’s earth-life. A full stop, like coming to the end of a book.
Bill gave me something to live for. Read the rest of this entry »
fiery river streams
through banks of distant storm clouds
stars pierce gath’ring night
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Blaze of dying glory— Read the rest of this entry »
sheets of water in
free fall dance to echoes of
ethereal spheres
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 20 October 2014
Photo Credit: DAFraser
Fall in the 1990s. I’m in my 50s. A friend gives me a covered tea-cup. It’s lovely. When I get home I read the inscription on the cup and begin weeping. This isn’t about me. It’s about someone else. I can’t even imagine my way into this approach to life. Read the rest of this entry »
weather-beaten house
empty nests brilliant blue sky–
what songs lined your walls?
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Music was huge in our home: piano practice, singing grace before each meal, old phonograph records played over and over. Mother taught us to sing in three-part harmony while she accompanied us on the piano or a small portable electric organ. She also played and taught us children’s songs from the old Childcraft songbook for kids, and silly kindergarten songs with all the motions.
Three memories come to mind when I think about music that lined the walls of my childhood homes. Read the rest of this entry »
song birds caroling
sun breaking through mist-drenched air
dropping dew drumming
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A mini rain-forest
reverberating voices
shimmering light-rays and Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 