Author Archives: Maggie C

About Maggie C

Stained glass artist, writer, respecter of life.

Weekend Wildcard (Flashback #3: Doing it Anyway)

Posted on April 27, 2019

Flashback #3 in my re-posting from a blog I wrote several years ago about my struggles with depression. My purpose in revisiting the “old” me is to remind myself and any others who care to read, to: claim the positive … Continue reading →

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Only a Dream

Posted on April 26, 2019

NaPoWriMo, Day 26. The prompt: Write a poem that uses repetition. Only a Dream I dreamt last night, but I can’t recall what happened in the dream. I dreamt last night and when I awoke, I felt lesser than. I dreamt … Continue reading →

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Spring Awakes

Posted on April 25, 2019

Day 25 of NaPoWriMo. Today’s Prompt: Taking a cue from John Keats’ poem, “To Autumn,” write a poem that (a.) is specific to a season; (b.) uses imagery that relates to all five senses; (c.) includes a rhetorical question, like … Continue reading →

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Tax Day

Posted on April 24, 2019

April Fifteen, Tax Day. Doesn’t much matter to me, mine are pretty simple. No investments, no dependents, one job. On the job that day, as a matter of fact. Working the southbound toll booth where traffic comes off the bridge … Continue reading →

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Wordless Wednesday 4.24.19

Posted on April 24, 2019
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The Way of the Whale

Posted on April 23, 2019

NaPoWriMo, Day 23. The prompt: Write a poem about an animal. Tell me again about the whales, Great-gran; did you ever see one? Yes, child, I have seen them, but only from afar. Even at a great distance, it must … Continue reading →

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Temperatures Rising

Posted on April 22, 2019

  I arose when the sun rose. As the temperature rose, my rose blossoms opened. My expectations rose about winning a blue ribbon at the county fair. Perhaps I would only win a rose-colored ribbon. That would get a rise … Continue reading →

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