Writing Prompt: The Power of Witnessing for One Another
When/if we witness one another? Really were present and listened to each other? Affirmed what takes place? What does it look like? What happens within both people and in the relationship?
When/if we witness one another? Really were present and listened to each other? Affirmed what takes place? What does it look like? What happens within both people and in the relationship?
Nancy Connally, a member of Women Writing the West, gives a few editing tips, including her technique of RECORDING AND LISTENING to help with crafting authentic dialogue and editing. –JGR During many years of editing, I received some fine tips, such as: – Read a document backwards to catch typos and misspellings. – Set a…
In this section: 26 poems, 7 photos LOVING LIBERTY Her loves her, Liberty. He really loves her. She’s old, Liberty. Really old. But something went wrong with Liberty’s back right leg. To save the hind leg, they had to cut off two toes. This old dog Liberty had to learn new tricks. Now she limps,…
Nana Amoako Agyeman is a good friend with a keen mind and adventurous, staunch heart. He knows the art of conversation and the art of bringing people together to put ideals into action. Nana has a whirl of projects going. The Sankofa Fund is a grassroots development project. Village Rainbows: Words from Africa – the…
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…
“The Apple Factory,” is the third poem in this series of reprising Arletta Dawdy’s poems which appeared on Riehlife in its early days. Read “The Apple Factory,” a poem by Arletta Dawdy–1914 Sharp turns in Russia and China…apples, war, and rivers. “The Apple Factory” grew out of a conversation in the 1970s with an elderly…
Yesterday you read Arletta Dawdy’s poem “Clara’s Air.” In “White Girl, Black Heart: summer ‘59″ Arletta Dawdy deals with the doubts and misgivings that concerned her going in her first Sunday service at a Black Church. “Believe me it was a “moving” experience as the church rocked! This was Lincoln Avenue Methodist Church in Pasadena…