Added by Emily Conyngham on January 27, 2013 at 5:00pm — 13 Comments
I put it in the deep pocket of my coat which is…Continue
Added by Emily Conyngham on January 21, 2013 at 10:30am — 39 Comments
As he examined the parchment in his hands
Beautiful, he stayed
Looking at my letters…Continue
Added by Emily Conyngham on January 18, 2013 at 12:00pm — 18 Comments
And permanent black ink
Every freckled feather
Her haunches blossomed…Continue
Added by Emily Conyngham on January 18, 2013 at 9:30am — 28 Comments
I came across an old post of Kim Gamble's calling for words that make you cry, that touch you deeply, that pluck a deep chord in your chest. I thought I might re-sound the call here and now. Please do add yours below, so we can all share in their power.
For me, this song by Sinead O'Connor is unbearably beautiful when I hear it as a child. As a mother, it is an anthem to the bigger-than-the-universe love I have for my…Continue
Added by Emily Conyngham on January 12, 2013 at 12:30am — 26 Comments
Added by Emily Conyngham on December 28, 2012 at 7:00pm — 15 Comments
Added by Emily Conyngham on December 23, 2012 at 5:30pm — 8 Comments
It is raining up there today. Maybe you got that tiny tree you always wanted. Your brother drove you to the tree lot.
The hinges on my rusty porthole squeak open and shut out here on my empty sea today. He does not answer.
My brother who lives in the desert was born on this day in 1961. He is content and safe.
The coffee gurgled in the machine and…Continue
Added by Emily Conyngham on December 20, 2012 at 7:00pm — 27 Comments
Click on the link below to listen to the music.
Come back and click on the picture which will open in its own window.
Enjoy looking out the window.Continue
Added by Emily Conyngham on December 18, 2012 at 8:30pm — 3 Comments
Monsieur Cyrano de Pompidou, Esq. assembled the small stage each Saturday in the town square. The mothers deposited their wee ones in front of the puppeteer’s box. They could have a bit of a bavarde with each other in the tea shop before taking their market purchases home to…Continue
Added by Emily Conyngham on December 16, 2012 at 9:30am — 13 Comments
Epilogue: Few documents and scant evidence remains. The traces grow faint of a beauty who travelled through time and space.
The young lady started the…Continue
Added by Emily Conyngham on December 14, 2012 at 11:00am — 20 Comments
There is nothing I can add to make this father daughter relationship more...visible, or beautiful. Enjoy watching and listening to this master sitar lesson.
Added by Emily Conyngham on December 12, 2012 at 6:37am — 21 Comments
“Hey, Grace, didja see the flyers all over the place about the Reynolds girl gone missing?” Duke flipped his brim to the back and adjusted his belt below his belly before straddling the stool at the corner of the counter.
“Yeah, Phil said him and the other guys over’t the sheriffs’re headed up to the park right now to check for her there. She goes out on the dock on the south side of the lake to draw.” Grace slid the…Continue
Added by Emily Conyngham on December 7, 2012 at 11:30am — 19 Comments
I ought to be dead. Really, it would best if the notebooks were published posthumously. I can picture my daughter sitting at my desk with dust motes drifting in the shafts of late afternoon sun. Her heavy strawberry blond hair will hang about her face as she bends over, deciphering my hatched block printing. She has opened the drawer on the lower left, the one with all the notebooks. She will sit there well into the dark, I’m sure, traipsing through my…Continue
Added by Emily Conyngham on December 6, 2012 at 3:00pm — 29 Comments
Was it yesterday?
We jumped the fence…Continue
Added by Emily Conyngham on November 30, 2012 at 10:43am — 31 Comments
Three days down from the Canadian border, the rains began. After fording the glacial river, we were frozen and wet below the waist. Then the rain started soaking through the hoods of our parkas. We hiked up out of the misty forest, above the treeline…Continue
Added by Emily Conyngham on November 27, 2012 at 6:38am — 19 Comments
Uncle Ben's eyes twinkled at me, admonishing me to mind my pennies. He kept on doing it even though I was gaping at him as though he were a revered old uncle. Uncle Ben is definitely a hero of mine.
Added by Emily Conyngham on November 24, 2012 at 6:00pm — 17 Comments
My swollen brown breasts suckled the children in those days
When you flowed in me, and I in you
The grey Babblers splittered sparks in the Downs
You plunged into shady sweet pools
I rose to greet you in the garden
When we rolled and ebbed
Added by Emily Conyngham on November 23, 2012 at 5:30pm — 6 Comments
“This will be the last Transit of Venus in your lifetime.”
Well, I better check it out then. I mean, the Goddess of Love’s passing has got to be a sign of change.
Venus moved in front of the Sun on June 5th around sunset, appearing as little black dots moving across the sun’s…Continue
Added by Emily Conyngham on November 21, 2012 at 8:00am — 11 Comments
Kids, I tell them every so often, every day has something to offer:
· Occasionally, you’re struck by beauty, small beauty with a big B, something I call life poetry, and those are times when you’re just glad to be alive at that very instant.
· Sometimes it’s a laugh, or maybe just a smile flinching on your lips…Continue
Added by Emily Conyngham on November 20, 2012 at 6:46am — 19 Comments