Sunday Morning Ideas….. {Six Word Wednesday}

  Sunday mornings quietly await our ideas.... What's your six-word story today? Share with us in Comments or over on FB...  🙂 Art + Writing = Creative by Discovery!  Find us on Facebook:  RobinLK Studios

Ghost Dog…. {Six Word Wednesday}

  What I saw when I looked at these words.... Ghost dog, sail sand and sky.   Do you see a six-word story in these words?  Share with us in Comments or over on FB...  🙂 Art + Writing = Creative by Discovery!  Find us on Facebook:  RobinLK Studios

Broken but Ferocious …. {Six Word Wednesday}

    Another random gathering of words that presented themselves to me. From the first time I read these words and every time after, I think of the teenagers I've taught over 20+ years - many broken, but angry and trying to hide it ....   What's your story in six today?  Art + Writing = Creative by Discovery  What's happening in … Continue reading Broken but Ferocious …. {Six Word Wednesday}

Beneath the Red Sky…. {Six Word Wednesday}

  This six-word story happened when unrelated words on the fridge found their way together, leading me to wonder: Where will the red sky be?  What's your story in six today?  Share with us in Comments or over on FB...  🙂 Art + Writing = Creative by Discovery!  Find us on Facebook:  RobinLK Studios

Life, This Morning…..

  Mortality Aging Living .... (!)   gnawing at me, whispering to me, . . . tapping      on          my               shoulder.    ~ RLK  2.28.17

poemcrazy…. {Great Reads}

Dear Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge, You had me at, "I'm a collector of many things." Proudly stated in the opening chapter of her book, Wooldridge's lead-in to her collection of words starts by revealing she's a collector of a great many things. Hmmmm..... feels familiar..... Add her thoughts on the writing style of e.e. cummings (irreverent, playing with words while breaking all … Continue reading poemcrazy…. {Great Reads}

Of All the Places….

  of all the places, i remember it best.       our house on the corner - suburban Miami circa 1970s: 3 bedrooms. long hallway. “florida” room. tall heater on the living room wall. a front porch for making mud pies. sunday dinners on the homemade table. jumping fish. spilled spaghetti.... slid right off … Continue reading Of All the Places….

The Poetry We Live

I often stand at our fridge, looking at the dozens of words, all magnetized and waiting to be noticed, moved, and meshed into a poem or story. I wait to see what jumps out at me - combinations of words that take on a life of their own. A few months ago, four words stood out - each in its … Continue reading The Poetry We Live

Rusty Butt….

It's Friday and my brain has been buzzing all week... with all sorts of things. Wanted to share one this morning, before I head out the door for the 'day gig.'   🙂 I say that with affection... I love what I do! I recently finished reading fellow blogger, medical doctor, and author Carrie Rubin's novel, … Continue reading Rusty Butt….

NYC Fridge Poetry

    As if peering out that 9th floor window to the NYC traffic below, I see those magnetic words bunched, wandering, gravitating.... north, south, east, west.... Like NYC cars, the words move with purpose. Noisily. Quietly. Always with purpose.