Inspired by someone I admire very much, and this week's Project Create.It's Time"It's time for me to step to the front of the room," she said, and she could not contain her smile. "I've always tried to fix things from behind the scenes, from the back of the room. But now it's time."In that moment, … Continue reading It’s Time
A moment of creation
Taken with the funky camera in my phone. Seems to speak for itself, as to why it's this week's Project Create.
Decide
This little poem is a kind of riff on a much more beautiful piece, called The Guest House (by Rumi). And it's this week's entry in Project Create. Today's guest is guilt; followed by shame, who will knock tomorrow. The only thing left is to decide, not each day or each week or each year But … Continue reading Decide
Invitation to the dance
I am thrilled to say that an independent publisher has expressed interest in reading the whole manuscript of Completely Absurd and Nearly Impossible... which not only prompted me to spend most of my weekend editing the thing, but also to finally post Part Two here. And it is tempting to say that is Project Create … Continue reading Invitation to the dance
People are always telling me the craziest things.
This is based on a piece I wrote with my writing group a while ago. It caught my eye when I found it again, and seemed right for this possibly false start of spring (sixty degrees Farenheit here in Ellensburg today...) and for week ten of Project Create (click here). People Are Always Telling Me... … Continue reading People are always telling me the craziest things.
“closed forever.”
Looking through some photos I took in New Orleans last week... This sign is on a crypt in St. Louis Cemetery Number One, in the French Quarter in New Orleans, LA. It opened in 1789. Cemeteries in New Orleans are above ground, because much of the city is under sea level. They are sometimes referred … Continue reading “closed forever.”
A river flows
Project Create, Week 8: Here's a little meditation on time, rivers, and owls. I had intended to write about something completely different. I guess the owls had other ideas. A river of time A river flows, they say, so that you can never step in the same one twice. There is no way to know … Continue reading A river flows
“I think I’m sinking down…”
We all come to a crossroads sooner or later - that place in the middle of nowhere, where we sink to our knees and wait for the devil to come offer us something for our immortal souls. Like bluesman Robert Johnson, whose talent led to the myth (?) that he sold his soul to the … Continue reading “I think I’m sinking down…”
in my shoes/in your shoes
Here's the latest Project Create entry - a few lines inspired by an exhibit at the Museum of Culture and Environment at CWU. in my shoes/in your shoes: where i walk the red dirt outside his garage where the music is made the brick sidewalks i paced waiting for you the pavement under the tree … Continue reading in my shoes/in your shoes
Dancing with J.
What happens when you mix art, food, music, a lovely winter day, Friday, old friends and new? If you are lucky, you get asked to dance by a beautiful woman. I did. The first Friday in February marked the opening of Alley Cat Artists' new location in Ellensburg. From their web site: "Alley Cat Artists … Continue reading Dancing with J.
Elizabeth Fountain, Author 