by Andi | Jan 15, 2015 | Andi's Book, God's Whisper, Written and Wrought
Maybe it’s because I started my day by reading poems where bones are fragile things – orchids, moths – but when I saw this image (shared by my friend Larry on Facebook), I gaped. I was stunned by the sheer barbarity – I always have been the... by Andi | Jan 15, 2015 | Andi's Book, God's Whisper, Written and Wrought
Maybe it’s because I started my day by reading poems where bones are fragile things – orchids, moths – but when I saw this image (shared by my friend Larry on Facebook), I gaped. I was stunned by the sheer barbarity – I always have been the... by Andi | Jan 12, 2015 | Andi's Book, Written and Wrought
Last night, I watched Glory. Denzel Washington handsome as always but so young. Morgan Freeman before gray settled like snow in his beard. Matthew Broderick with his unlined face. I had never seen it before, even though I knew of the Massachusetts 54th from the... by Andi | Jan 7, 2015 | Andi's Book, Uncategorized, Written and Wrought
I have my back against the legs of one of the antique chairs that flanked Granny’s TV. My father is behind me, playing with my hair. Granny sits in her recliner, a burgandy cushion of a seat that lifts here when she cannot lift herself. Beside her, Aunt... by Andi | Jan 6, 2015 | Andi's Book, Written and Wrought
This morning has begun softly . . . the gift of a snow sprinkle, a dance with two big dogs who are giddy in the chill, the thunder of goat hooves, the cackle of a chicken who doesn’t like cold feet. Then, time with my own pages, edits, notes, ponderings. A fire...