Wednesday, April 22, 2020

The Remodeling Experiment Continues

Hello Writerly Pals!

Here is the first, of which will likely be millions, of updates and suggestions for sharing this space.

1.  If this is your first time hearing about this grand scheme of mine, go to my previous post for a catch up

2.  If you have a question ask it in Comments

3.  On the left hand side of the page, 3/4 down, you will see a place to choose your identity on the blog. If you don't choose, you will be anonymous, I won't know who is commenting or putting up a poem. I will be notified whenever someone comments. It is also possible to tie this blog to post a Facebook notice whenever there is activity here. I am not sure we will EVER want that to happen. Each writer will be free to decide where their work is seen. But always put your name and the date at the end of your poems, just in case.

4. Because I am experimenting, please do not direct others to this blog without checking with me. Eeek, I hate the exclusive sound of that, but I think caution is important to experiments! AND my name and reputation are flying top of the pole here.

5. Lets keep the conversation about the experiment here unless it is 1-on-1 sensitive or you miss me and just want to email gab.

6. Let's always keep this place for poetry and literary discussion.  If you look at that 3/4 down left I mentioned in #3, you will see you can choose to make you email available to other participants so we can chat with each other out of the blog.

7.  Remember, this is an experiment. I cannot guarantee, at this point, that your poetry and shared info will remain private.

Saturday, April 18, 2020

A new journey

Some of you will remember this blog from 2013 when I was in my Art Journaling phase.  Two moves and many other changes since then have been evident as Art From Trails End made a gentle self-reinvention. Along with my occasional promises to get back to blogging.  I still journal, sometimes with a little simple art, I love the idea of one spot where I can keep in touch with everyone at once, and I  love my little blog.

But, some of you may remember that 2 years ago, Chopping Wood/Carrying Water was published and promoted on the blog.  I have been focusing on poetry, getting published, placing in a writing contest and writing my way into acceptance in a prestigious Summer Workshop.

I spent months considering ways to collect the poetry I share with my writerly friends and providing a place for all of us to read all of us! I thought a separate email address might do it but emails eventually scroll away and I realized if we wanted to offer each other kind comments and constructive encouragement email is not organized for that.

I thought I would start another Blog for this but I see my life not in sections but as a whole.  Like a big old crazy quilt that gets added to square by square. I like my old blog posts and you might enjoy meeting an earlier version of me. OK, the real reason I decided against that is if I try to maintain 2 blogs, email and Facebook I will have no time to write my stuff and read yours.

For the next couple of months, I'm thinking, I could share my work here and invite my writerly friends to post their work here.  For the time being this would be a private blog, invitation only for what I hope are obvious reasons. I'm not trying to be Rattle!  Most of the famous poets I know of belonged to a group like this but in the old days they corresponded with each other. We would have it much easier.  And when we can go out to play again, maybe we could have monthly meetings.

If you already have such a group, I suggest this experiment as an addition. I don't see this as exclusive in any way but I do imagine this as an e-version of a writers group. No expectations, share when you feel like it. Read and comment when you feel like it. I love reading other people's work and being able to share a bit of news, ask for encouragement, advice.  You know, be writing pals.

I am in the place of play. This is an experiment. Laid back, easy, friendly support. Send a comment here and let me know what you think.  The address will still be

Saturday, October 19, 2019

Lessons From Trails End


There's a serpent in the garden
at one with the tall grass
An unknown but knowing danger
to the dreamer stumbling past


I see the bees, I feel the breeze
I hear woodpecker rat-a-tat
Sun light glistens on spider's web
I know that I am that


Oh legless rattling majesty
brag of the rats and mice you spare me
Dine freely on undermining ground squirrels
but I beg you
tell me not of the bunnies


Welcome to yet another attempt to get back to my blog! It seems a good time to try again because I have news to share.  First, I want to thank everyone who helped my book, Chopping Wood/Carrying Water, 

have such a successful first two years. Sales have been good, but best of all the poems have been well received. There are still books left from the second printing at

My next project is Lessons From Trails End (working title) which I had planned to launch over a year ago.  It is still being written. All of the poems will be about the ranch or things written during the 14 years we lived there. My Dad was slowly slipping from his ravaged body during the last 4 years we were there and being able to come home to such a beautiful refuge was a comfort.

I hope you can be patient with me. So much about Blogger has changed since I was a faithful writer!  I am looking forward to reconnecting with previous followers and connecting with new readers. The look of the blog will also likely change because I (aren't we all)  am a changed person in a changed experience.

Here's what I'm thinking: Past success means nothing if I am not willing to start everyday new.

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Let's try this again.

 I miss blogging, I miss all of you who ask me to get back here!

Here's what I'm thinking:

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Chopping Wood Carrying Water is here NOW!

A friend messaged me this morning that she and her friend spent last evening reading to each other from my book. I replied that I got a funny feeling thinking of the the two of them doing that. She replied that it made them feel stuff too.  I wrote this:

Poetry  noun: words that make you feel stuff.
             verb: when people you love tell you
             they read your stuff out loud to each other

Thanks to my Laura Bray, you can scroll down to the BUY NOW button and have a signed copy delivered to your door!  Or so goes the plan. Leave a comment when you order so I can track this and be sure there are no bugs.

OMG. I am so excited!  Thanks for being part of this amazing adventure.

Monday, August 10, 2015

the good thing about a blog...

…is that it will always be there, waiting patiently for your return.

I have not been idle while I've been away. I have been journaling with a group of very talented people under the leadership of the accomplished teacher and author Mary Ann Easley, leading a weekly journaling workshop for the patients of a local therapist, writing a bit for  South Coast Magazine, volunteering here and there, working on that poetry book that has been in process for years, painting mandala's with the magical artist Charlotte Backman, making new friends and keeping the old (some of whom have been wonderful house guests), going to seminars and classes, enjoying time with our growing family. Still throwing paint and making journals. I have also had occasion to be sad, within a two week period we lost both of our old dogs from unrelated causes. I miss them but have moved on to that place where we enjoy the memories. We love living near the ocean and feel like we have landed.

I tend to post more on Facebook (you can see our new Granddaughter over there) but am motivated (right now at least) to return to my blog as well.

And here is a final bit of fun. I have been trying to write as much and as often as I can. Poetry yes, but whatever pops into my head. Sort of like doodling but with writing.  Here is the latest:

 The door opened to the left. I stood with my left hand on the knob and steadied my fearful trembling by putting my right forearm on the jamb.  I was afraid that when I opened that door I would see it, upended on top of my desk or heaved dangerously onto one of the big leather side chairs, the jagged edges of it's rusting metal valves digging into the fine upholstery.

If they've been in there, if they have manhandled it, I am in serious trouble, I thought to myself, or so I thought I'd thought. I only realized I'd said it out loud when from behind me in the dark hall I heard him say, "Serious trouble? My dear if they have been in there, throwing it carelessly about, we are all seriously f**ked!" lm/8-2012

Here's what I'm thinking. If I keep heart and mind and arms open long enough, the most amazing people, experiences and things find their way in!