He Said – She Said


Photo by Mary Bach

You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.

-Antione de Saint-Exupéry


Pax/ Pox

Every screen
shows us
a bombing
and a shooting
and another
and many others
Atrocities abound
And we-
we bleed, weep and keep
Moved beyond words
showing our best
the arguments start
Who has the greatest
and who is
at fault
whose policy failed
who can we punish
Our finest impulses
are buried in
shrapnel, bile and fear

Grandma’s Kitchen

Grandma’s kitchen
was not tidy or spotless
the linoleum was worn
and the cabinets had seen better days

but Grandma’s kitchen
smelled of Heaven-
of fresh baked bread
and safety
and story books
with happy endings.

Grandma’s kitchen
always held some special treasure:
shining jars of red currant jelly
iridescent blue feathers
a speckled stone,
or even a cardboard box
full of kittens.

But best of all in
Grandma’s kitchen
was Grandma and Grandpa

This was written in response to a prompt from Karin over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.  She asked us to try just writing, nomaterwhat, for seven minutes.  The take whatever we have from that and work with it.  This is a technique for helping get through writers’ block.  Click on the link and check out what others have written.


by Mary Bach

by Mary Bach

As I walk the ridge top
watching for rain
I wonder

what the tulips dream
tucked safe in their beds
for the long night of winter

what the wind sings
that inspires the leaves
to dance across along the fields

These things
I wonder
watching for rain
as I walk the ridge top

Grand Finale

The November temple is empty
the sacrifice finished.
Leaves scatter in the wind;
branches snap
like dry bones
of an unearthed skeleton.

The hole
in my graveyard chest
is empty
and black birds pick
at the pearls
which were my eyes.
Houdini’s midnight cape
settles with a flourish.
The show is over.


For those of you who don’t know what NaNoWriMo means (National Novel Writing Month) you don’t need to worry about any of this. Continue happily on with your sane lives. But for any of you out there who have accepted the challenge of writing a novel of 50,000 words in 30 days I have compiled some advice from well known authors to help (and by ‘help’ I mean, ‘not help at all and marginally harm by distracting’) you through your odyssey.

The road to hell is paved with adverbs.
― Stephen King

Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.
― Louis L’Amour

There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.
― W. Somerset Maugham

You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
― Jack London

This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until its done. It’s that easy, and that hard.
― Neil Gaiman

Write what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about. Be willing to be split open.
― Natalie Goldberg

Nothing’s a better cure for writer’s block than to eat ice cream right out of the carton.
― Don Roff

In writing, you must kill all your darlings.
― William Faulkner

And finally:

Beware of advice—even this.
― Carl Sandburg

So, to those of you making the attempt I wish you all the best!


Whisper to me
through the veil tonight
when shades and shadows
dance cheek to cheek
as curtains flutter
and shutters creak
Tip the urn
spill your secrets
let me feel your breath
like ashes blowing
against my neck
Tell me all
I cannot know
of ways and whys,
impossible skies
meant for only sightless eyes

This is for the writing prompt 55+ from the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.  We were asked to write 55 words about Halloweeney sorts of things.  Click on the link and check it out.