Wizard Altar, by Janet Riehl “Thinking as if…magic is real.”
If someone gave you a million dollars, what would you do with it?
If you could be a character from any book, who would you be?
What is the silliest thing to ever happen to you?
Laurie Nienhaus is an author, playwright, witty blogger, and public speaker living on Fort Myers Beach, Florida. She describes her blog “No Cobwebs Here” as “The Place for the Stuff Flitting About in My Head.” See three other fascinating online drawing rooms below where Laurie brings back civility and graciousness. –JGR ______________________ Not Letting Me…
Here’s the Audio-Link for my Septemeber 2nd sermon at the First Unitarian Church of Alton, Illinois. Click here for a link to listen to “Memento-Mori: Life and Death, Moment by Moment” (just the sermon) or the full service. Neither my father nor I were amplified for our violin-playing, but you can hear it if you…
Selections from Sightlines: A Poet’s Diary by Janet Grace Riehl www.sightlinesbook.com Second Reading Bookstore Alton, Illinois April 15, 2006 1-3 p.m. The other day my father recalled the first time he’d heard the phrase “extended family.” We visited Makalamabedi—the place where the two rivers meet. This was the village in Botswana where I’d lived for…
Last year I met Eamon Grennan’s poetry through the Lannan Literary videos, a marvelous resource that deserves a post of its own. Eamon Grennan quickly became one of my favorite poets. Former U. S. Poet Laureate Billy Collins says of Grennan: Few poets are as generous as Eamon Grennan in the sheer volume of delight…
In this section: 12 poems, 4 photos QUAIL VISITATION Daniel cleaned twin windows facing the mountain. Cleared away grime two years in the making. I cooked supper while he looked out. “What a shame when birds slam into glass.” Then, suddenly, one did. A big sound. Then, down. Tiger prowled the deck to claim his…
During this time I’m in Lake County in Northern California and walking when I can in Clear Lake State Park, the jewel of the county on Clear Lake and nestled on the shoulders of Mt. Konocti…these lines from my poem HOME SWEET HOME often run through my mind…excerpts below. You can read more from “Sightlines:…