Sunday, October 31, 2010

Friday, October 29, 2010

Haiku My Heart: Geisha

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apprenticed as girls
tutored in womanly arts
beautiful geishas

Thursday, October 28, 2010

55 Flash Fiction: Trying to Hold On

It was the year she ate almost nothing, 
listened to ambulances scream in pain 
outside her gritty apartment windows, 
and bought a Saturday night special.

The year she obsessively watched reruns 
of the twin towers collapsing. 
The year she realized life 
is a mechanical bull and 
her inner thighs weren't 
strong enough to hang on.

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Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Be Still, My Heart

Be still, my heart,
like the glassy waters at dawn
that take on the colors of first light
as eagerly as water takes on the hue
of paint still clinging to the sable bristles
when a color change is called for.

"First Light" © 2010 Meri Arnett-Kremian

Whisper to me what it is you want,
what things I have to learn
that I have turned away from.

I am ready now to heed your murmurs
if only you'll share secrets with me
like a second grader named Ellie
would share her lunch
with her best friend forever,
a little curly-haired moppet
with freckles sprinkled
across her nose like wildflowers,
whose blue eyes dance like
skipping stones across the placid waters,
a girl named Chloe
whose turquoise insulated bag
with matching thermos full of soup
was left behind on the kitchen counter
in her scramble to run for the bus,
because after all, Ellie knows as do I
that snickerdoodles taste best when
your mouth is full of laughter
and your heart has important things to say.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Love's Fire

One day You will take my heart completely
and make it more fiery than a dragon.
- Rumi

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Teaching by Example

Mother Nature is a master teacher.

She shows us by example
how futile it is to hang on to something 
when the time for hanging on has passed.

To blossom when the time is right.

And how to just BE.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Haiku My Heart: Crane

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sparks in dusky sky
cranes' black-tipped wings fan embers
luna's fire erupts

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Another 55 Word Flash Fiction: Ink on a Page

This 55-word stuff is incredibly challenging. 
Even if you get a concept quickly, 
executing the idea in such a spare format 
requires editing and re-editing, constant counting. 
55 words, no more, no fewer. 
What stays and what's surplus? 
Always mindful that every word has to count. 
Plot trumps description. 
Cohesive narrative required. 
Yet for all the brevity,  
you want to insert a twist, 
bring an unexpected guest to the table.

Doodles. © 2010 Meri Arnett-Kremian. All rights reserved.

He went first. The graphoanalyst told them what to write.

She studied the exemplars, then said, 
 "Your wife is incredibly brilliant."

She paused. "What does she see in you?"

Chuckle. "Oh, I see. You're an animal."

Right on both counts.

Leopard man. 

Once lithe and agile. Sexy.  

New substitute wife. Dumb blonde.

Same old spots.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

There is a Season

To every thing, there is a season.




Saturday, October 16, 2010

Autumn Haiku

A haiku to celebrate this gorgeous and sunny autumn day.

  © 2010 Meri Arnett-Kremian. All rights reserved.

the trees shimmering,
hanging upside down, water
reflecting branches

Friday, October 15, 2010

First Stab at 55 Word Flash Fiction

Revisionist memories of
our first romantic getaway
when love held such sway:
cliffs plunging into watery depths
at the edge of the continent,
sky and water merging
somewhere beyond. 

Holding hands, poking around
galleries in Carmel,
me imagining forever.
You, professing undying love,
secretly believing you'd find someone
better if you kept your options open. 

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Haiku My Heart: Cellar Kitchen

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light casts a soft glow
across stone walls in kitchens
where slaves worked and slept

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

As the Day Fades. . .

Light gives of itself freely, filling all available space. 
It does not seek anything in return;

it asks not whether you are friend or foe. 
It gives of itself and is not thereby diminished. 
~Michael Strassfeld

May the silvery moon hanging in my sky
light your way tonight.

p.s. these shots were taken about 6:45 pm 
Pacific Daylight Time today
just down the hill from my house.
A matter of five minutes makes such a difference
in ambient light.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Rainy Days and Mondays

It's grey again this morning.
Drops of rain hang at the pointy edges
of maple leaves at the tip-top
of the graceful maple
outside my upstairs window.

The uppermost leaves are showing
their seasonal fashions,
but the lower ones are still
garbed in green.
They don't seem to have noticed
that change is in the air.

Grey days sap my energy.
When it's sunny, I'm ready
to take on the world,
but when a blanket of clouds
settles between me and the Sun,
I just want to hibernate.

This day is different.

This morning,
my little friend visited,
hovering a few feet away
so I'd be sure to notice.

Notice I did. . . 
and felt the same surge of delight
I always feel when I see 
that flash of green, the ruby throat,
the wings fluttering faster than 
the speed of imagination.

It's hard to think about hibernation
when your heart has been touched
by a shamanic visitor. 

Today, I am writing.

Just sent off an essay on nanny harassment
to be published on the new website
that's about to launch.
(Watch for my announcement).

Three short stories finished and shared so far,
one to go for my online writing class
on short fiction/prose.
I'm testing my fiction wings there,
in a safe place.

I'm getting ready for Susan Tuttle's 
new online class Ghostly Figures.

A new week has begun.
Birds are chirping and calling to each other,
a symphony of sound.

And I'm thankful.


Saturday, October 9, 2010

Little Shops

I love wonderful little shops with names like
Bliss  or Dwell or Luxe  or Posh.

Places with one-of-a-kind finds handpicked by the owner.

The kind of shops where sweet scents say "welcome"
and everywhere you look, you're delighted.

The kinds of places where I'm surprised to find
things that say ME in no uncertain terms.
Not that I always have to take them home,
you understand.

I'm paring down, not filling myself up
with stuff I don't need, no matter how enticing.
(OK - that's a goal. . . but I'm working on it. )

But oh my, it is a treat for the soul
and a field trip for artsy-types.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Haiku My Heart: Fashion

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dew diamonds signal
fashion extravaganza
pink and yellow skirts

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Another Rx

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Saturday, October 2, 2010

On the Soapbox

My heart is full of sadness today.
Another child been bullied to death.

Asher Brown.

photo of Asher from the internet
To see a story from ABC News, click HERE

Just thirteen years old and full of promise.
Bright, creative, sensitive. A capable student who 
aspired to have a career in which 
he could help others
when he grew up.

A joy to have in class, said one of his teachers
on his last report card.

Slight and short of stature. 
unlike the Christian norm at Hamilton Middle School
in Harris, Texas outside Houston. 

And also beginning to identify himself as gay.

Pushed down the stairs.
Subjected to repeated intimidation and aggression.

Put a gun to his head when he couldn't take any more.

Bullied to death for being different.

Asher, I'm lighting a candle for you.

And  Phoebe Prince.
And  Tyler Clementi.
And Seth Walsh.
And Justin Aaberg.
And Billy Lucas.

And all the other kids who were bullied to death,
whose names I don't know.

It's not just a matter of drafting 
an anti-bullying policy in the schools 
and then looking the other way
 when the policy is violated,
claiming you don't know what to do
or who's responsible
or how to handle something 
that's such an epidemic.

It's about creating a culture of tolerance and inclusion.
 About fostering opportunities for kids 
to work collaboratively and build community, 
rather than emphasizing competition.

It's about celebrating authenticity
(in adults as well as children)
instead of beating it into the ground. 

It's about right action.
  It's about teaching compassion.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Haiku My Heart: Meditation

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she kneels quietly
holding the world's great sorrow
with vast compassion