Part Two The Waiting I’m getting close to the day. The day my 23andMe DNA test will return and I’ll know my genetic heritage. I’ve decided to share the results with my two children first, then my mom and brother, (my father has passed). Then share it here. The story will not end with theContinueContinue reading “DNA Part Two: The Waiting”
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It’s Time for Ham!
Since 2010 I have posted this story around the holidays. It has become a Madrona Grove tradition. The ham story is a about generations and tradition. My mother’s mid-western family has many traditions. One that is especially unique is making fresh Oyster Stew on New Years. My mother’s Minnesotan family originates from the Rhine RiverContinueContinue reading “It’s Time for Ham!”
Essay: Fresh Water
This semester I took an essay class. The instructor provided us with topics and sources to be sited. I decided to write about the global water crisis. This essay normally would be considered too long for a blog post, but the issue has my attention. Doing research on a topic, exploring it, and developing yourContinueContinue reading “Essay: Fresh Water”
Poem: A Skin Suit Sewn Too Tightly
Red rock of Bisbee calls the ghosts out as a doctor sucks poison from a bite Back come the dead to walk again reincarnation of secondhand spirits —as secondhand furniture The dresser is painted now The couch new cloth The set of chairs split apart The headboard used for vines In your years ofContinueContinue reading “Poem: A Skin Suit Sewn Too Tightly”
DNA Part One: It Begins
I have a 23andMe DNA kit and I’m not afraid to use it! If you follow my blog or know me a little more than most—like the way one may “know” Nutella after eating half a container—then you’ll know that I am adopted. Orphaned, then adopted. I literally made it 40 years not knowingContinueContinue reading “DNA Part One: It Begins”
Poem: Dust
Bands sunbeams twinkle with flecks of our skin rubbed off from touch, rubbed off as dry soil spinning from a sedimentary cliff layers of time pressed into the stripes we call days ***
Poem: Dead Tongues Tell No Tales
Cut out laid out on a sheet, in a row Pierced and strung hung ’round the neck The cutter, the puller yanks out grabs full Eyes of the carver cold as a tomb Red drops run down, never away
Poem: Nightly Spirit
Tickle my ear at three in the morning Brush the bottom of my foot with mist See the dreams I carry that do not rhyme Remember the fallen that rest in the corner of the eye A phase-shift out of reach, stuck in the web of mind Take the tack off the desk MoveContinueContinue reading “Poem: Nightly Spirit”
Elizabeth Vignali’s “Object Permanence”
By request, Elizabeth Vignali shares her poem “Object Permanence” the title piece of her debut poetry book set to release November 2014. Below the post, please click the link to hear Vignali read one of her poems for a local community radio program I produce called “Poetic Moments”. ~Shannon Object PERMANENCE My hands don’t wash kiwiContinueContinue reading “Elizabeth Vignali’s “Object Permanence””
Meet Writer Elizabeth Vignali
Meet Bellingham writer Elizabeth Vignali. Her new poetry book Object Permanence, published by Finishing Line Press, is ready for it’s November release and quickly receiving high praise. I first heard Elizabeth share her poetry at an open mic here in town about two years ago. She approached the mic with an uncommon grace, and read her work asContinueContinue reading “Meet Writer Elizabeth Vignali”
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