“I remember the moment when a river that used to catch fire turned from flammable to swimmable.”

Art of Quotation

At Any Moment, There Could Be a Swerve in a Different Direction

By Ellery Akers

There was a moment
when shooting egrets for feathers became wrong.
There was a moment
when the Wilderness Act
changed the lives of billions of blades of grass.

I remember the moment when a river that used to catch
turned from flammable to swimmable.

A swerve smells astringent, like the wind off the sea;
it tastes red, the way Red Hot cinnamon mints
burn in your mouth;
it’s heavy, the way the weight of letters is heavy,
arriving in sacks at the Senate;
it sounds like the click of needles
as hundreds of thousands of women knit pink hats;
it looks like a coyote, crossing the freeway to go home.

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True Love ~ A Mother’s Day Poem – #MothersDay2020

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos

I wrote this in 2014 and have shared it the past few of years. It has now become my traditional Mother’s Day Poem.  For all the beautiful women who bring joy and love to a child’s heart, have a blessed and beautiful day!!  This will be a hard day for some of us, not being able to see our mom’s.  Thank goodness for the internet!! ❤

A mother’s love is true

For it beautifully blossoms

Like a rose, softly unfolding,


Opening the heart,

Nurturing the soul

©2014 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo: Pixabay

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Happy Mother’s Day – Daily Quote

Jo Hawk


Anna Jarvis was born May 1, 1864, in Webster, West Virginia, to Granville and Ann Reeves Jarvis. Anna was the tenth of fourteen children, and only one of four Jarvis babies to survive to adulthood. I like to imagine that Ann and Anna shared a special mother-daughter bond. The elder Ann was a peace activist during the American Civil War, and she cared for wounded soldiers on both sides of the conflict.

In an era where few women worked outside of the home, Anna became the first female stenographer at the Edison Electric Company after moving to Philadelphia in 1892. She later became the first literary and advertising editor at Fidelity Mutual Life Insurance. Did Ann push her daughter to defy cultural norms, or did she support Anna in her quest to pursue a fulfilling career? Mothers have a way of knowing when to comfort and soothe, and when to…

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The 2020 Daily Writing Challenge – May 10

Jo Hawk

2020 Daily Writing Challenge

Writing is like driving at night in the fog.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
– E. L. Doctorow

Today is Day 131 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.

Did you write yesterday?  We get knocked down sometimes. Current events have done an excellent job of destroying normal. There is a silver lining. These times have granted us an opportunity to reexamine life, priorities, and what happiness really means.  I am determined, and I refuse to stay stuck in a mess. Today, I stand up, regroup, reset my intentions, and recommit to attaining my dreams.

An ongoing topic of exploration is Cal Newport’s concept of deep work, “the ability to focus without distraction on a cognitively demanding task.” Newport advocates approaching and completing challenging tasks by eliminating distractions, committing to block scheduling, and adhering to your intentions.

What are…

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A Defiant Heart

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A Defiant heart is indomitable for it has valiant thoughts as its shield

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“…By writing at the instant, the very heartbeat of life is caught.”

Art of Quotation

“The secret of it all is to write in the gush, the throb, the flood of the moment–to put things down without deliberation–without worrying about their style–without waiting for a fit time or place. I always worked that way. I took the first scrap of paper, the first doorstep, the first desk, and wrote–wrote, wrote…

…By writing at the instant, the very heartbeat of life is caught.”

– Walt Whitman, American, poet, writer (photograph by Thomas Eakins)

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