Category: Experiential Blogging

If Only in My Dreams: A Big Question Series

December is the month of dreams, of nostalgia, of memories, expectations, hopes and disappointments. We were all little children once… dreaming our dreams of light and mystery, wide awake under our covers. It doesn’t matter whether those covers were cotton or silk. We are still those children. Some of us still imagine the twinkling light…

Residue

Men don’t leave. Skin flakes gather On sheets Cologne draped from Unaired corners. Men don’t leave. You May Also Like:A Small Stone LateA Poem to Those Who Love MeEarth Day Haiku (by Tati)Mizzle, Again, Without YouLove is a Fingerprint

Anger Comes

Anger comes Nettle Under sock cuff. Minutes and hours Chopped in Food processor like Helpless almonds. Until I find My way cool again. You May Also Like:ResidueFine Tooth CombThe WallI Brought a LoofaBack of My Hand

Small Stone Blogsplash – we need your help…

Kaspa & Fiona have taken over my blog for today, because they need our help. They are both on a mission to help the world connect with the world through writing. They are also getting married on Saturday the 18th of June. For their fantasy wedding present, they are asking people across the world to write them a ‘small…

One Great Blog

From my “For Writers, By Writers” Series I bow deeply to pro-bloggers who keep the art of blogging closest to its journaling roots. My favorite pro-blogger is the erasible “Pioneer Woman,” Ree Drummond. Here are the five reasons why “Pioneer Woman” swallows entire mornings. 1. Personal. It’s the way that blogs are intended. Ree slathers…

The Day, Stripped Down

If you ask this question, I answer: Wake up, Kiss cheeks, Move sheets up to pillows Move aside blinds. (Daylight must have its way). Eat food. Water from a tap. Frozen bagels scorched In that metal box. Spread plates around the Craigslist table. Brush crumbs from cheeks. Get dressed. Move the hampers to move The…

I’m Not Writing from the Heart

I just stopped by this blog by one of my favorite tweeps, @ArtemisRetreats, and I realized I feel like a fake. That’s right, I am a big, neverending puff of hot air. My blog is supposed to be this place where I can just write from the center of me, where I can change and…

Small Fry in Big World

The Entire World – Small Stone You see “small”– But me, Mom, This Smoothie We Contain The Entire World You May Also Like:Fine Tooth CombLove all the PeopleProbably the Greatest Book List Ever for Elementary KidsPaying for SantaReal or Real-ish

This Blog is TOO HOT, This Blog is Too COLD

Yesterday I wrote a really substantial post about cultural anxiety. Me: Did you read my post? Hubby: Oh, yeah. It was great. Wow. Me: Did you comment? Hubby: Uh no. Not yet. It was just so MEATY. I’m still thinking about it. Sigh. And thus continues my search for how to create meaningful conversation on…

Being Inside the Box

What’s the opposite of thinking “outside the box?” My answer isn’t what you’d think. Come on and read it in a guest post over here at Shiny Bits of Life. Thanks again to Paul for the space to think at his space. You May Also Like:On Not WalkingIt’s Just the Weather – #reverb14, Day 3My…

AROS #1

AROS #1 All the power of DAY– Light To discern and distinguish Light To construct the concrete world Compose ephemeral meaning, All pulsing In one Hair thin Filament. You May Also Like:ResidueAnger ComesFine Tooth CombThe WallI Brought a Loofa

Airline Food

This Guest Post is by author and Zen Buddhist Karen Maezen Miller. I asked her to write her after meeting her via Twitter and seeing a kind of  half-hidden beauty and bare truth in her writing. Airline Food I am traveling across country today. Not quite across the country, but in a hopscotch route over five…

Blogging Tip: Serving the Meaning

As a writing specialist, I occasionally  tear my hair out reading bad blog posts. More often I just read and tweet about good ones though, because I’ve stopped reading the poorly written ones by the second sentence. But then I eventually write a “make your blog posts better” tip. Here’s one: Don’t ramble. A lot…