Elizabeth Howard

Elizabeth writes literary non-fiction, haiku, cultural rants, and Demand Poetry in order to forward the cause of beautiful writing. She calls London, Kansas City, and Iowa home.

Time, Sculpted and Consumed

We have time, and we use it up. It is the ultimate commodity in a temporary life. In a creative space, it seems to waiver in form: great gaping hours of fearful emptiness, or ultra-thin slivers of panicked release. Between reading Jon Kabat-Zinn’s “Wherever you Go, There You Are” and Scoutie Girl’s latest post on…

Venice and Other Temporary Places

The copy of John Berendt’s “The City of Fallen Angels” that Heather gave me is water-logged. It looks as though it made it here by water taxi. The book, which I am halfway through, wanders through this old city, meeting real Venetians and asking them: “How do you feel about Venice?” It’s a series of…

Blah Tweet Blah for 2010-07-11

#notmything was my thing, 'til #TT made it #notmything # @familymoms Q: How many tweets an hour is too many? A: You've reached it. # @julieklausner shirt yes, pants no. in reply to julieklausner # The flies are here, but the Lord is not. # @julieklausner I'm impressed you're wearing shirt and shoes. in reply…

First Pesto Of the Season

From our organic garden… Well at least the basil is. The recipe is “Classic Basil Pesto” from a great new cookbook called “Put ‘Em Up” by Sherri Brooks Vinton. Makes me really admire the makers of all organic foods … Timing of foods, storage and transport is not easy!

We All Deserve a Little Reset Button Now and Then

Yesterday I was writing a FANTASTICALLY brilliant post. My friend Jen posted the status “evolve” on Facebook and it really got me thinking. I was tapping away on WordPress’s QuickPress window, when I got interrupted by a chat from my nephew. We chatted about nothing. Cake and pizza. Then another chat popped up from Helen.…

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@WaxerGirlKC they should allow vuvuzelas at #Wimbledon ! #worldcup in reply to WaxerGirlKC # There are so many things most Americans never ponder .. http://is.gd/d8OXz # Another great story… http://is.gd/d7QjG #London "Warringtonhotel # Powered by Twitter Tools

On Being an American Pacifist

I started writing a long, kinda preachy post and then I just stopped. Here’s how I feel as a pacifist: I am a conflicted human in my American place. I often wonder if I am stupid and ignorant. There is no doubt I am grateful for the freedom of our lives here. And my mind…

Rabbit-Proof Fence

There is a lot of wasted life, and so much of our time is used beating back the natural cycles. Shouldn’t we just leave the rabbits be? Let them mate and mate in our back yard, eat all of our hardwork, hard-earned? Shouldn’t we look at them and see the best of them? The softness…

Singapore Sweethearts

Here’s a brief version of the story of how I met Tim and Peter… I’m thinking about them today. I was working at the Warrington Hotel in London, which isn’t a hotel, but an epic pub in Maida Vale. Now owned by Gordon Ramsay. It was autumn of 2004, and we’d only just arrived in…

Losing Late Nights

It suddenly occurred to me — when I was in the basement waiting to see if the washer would flood/leak — that I am no longer a Night Writer. I used to stay up and journal, scribble, angst-ify long after the sun had gone and the house had gone quiet. In KC, I’d sit on…

Anxious to Return

My blog has stopped being what it used to be … out of necessity. For sometime now I’ve been keeping my fingers hunched over the keys, holding them back from all of the things I want to say. I am being watched, and no that is not paranoia seeping in with old age-ish-ness. It’s an…

Getting the Olivetti 33

I just went ahead, finally, and dished out the $$ on the Olivetti 33, because every writer should own a manual typewriter and this one is so lovely. I did what Mom told me and thought about it for awhile– like two years. Restored to oily perfection by Dan, aka “Mr Typewriter,” from Florrisant, MO,…