As solitary as writing can be, we also long for folks who think somewhat like us.
Category: racine
Amazed
My distinction as ArtRoot Writer-in-Residence #19 follows in the penciled furrows of notable authors and poets. I am amazed at the support and faith of the creative community in Racine and Kenosha.
OBSERVATIONS INVITATION – 12.1.24
YOU ARE INVITED: “Follow winter’s light to a community gathering of thinkers and talkers, makers and do-ers.” ( Mimi Peterson planning the upcoming Solstice Celebration.) WHERE: Vintage and Modern Books, 415 6th St. , Racine, Wisconsin, 53403 QUESTIONS: Adam: 872/235.3753 WHEN: 3 – 7 P.M. on Friday, December 6, 2024 WHO: Mimi Peterson, Racine Writer-in-Residence,…
OBSERVATION #11-10.26.24
My Musings on Nobody’s Perfect with Anecdotes by B, C, J, L, M,Like butterflies, words escaped the cocoon of the story teller’s memory,Like fairy tales, transformed and captured under my pen. mp Meet M – Growing up in a family with three brothers, all went to the same religious school. Teacher identified M as their…
OBSERVATIONS #4 8.24.24
Call – Environment, Theme of the Month Response – Folk Lore Observed – Floating Feathers, a Folk Art Poem – by Mimi Peterson, WIR #17 Folk culture comes to pass thru generations. Friends gather to share ideas, they repeat news, tell tales of events, and, perhaps, anecdote the next project’s story board with pictographs and…
Gods Mercy
I may not understand you in your totality but I feel your energy as if you are a part of me I know you are a part of me Because my deepest desires and deepest fears that I do not dare to speak out of my mouth but in the secret chambers of my heart,…
Dirty chucks
I dreamt that I was walking down the halls of an unfamiliar school. The school may have been unfamiliar but the way that I carried myself in my pupil days was not. I’ve always had a big spirit, but growing up I didn’t always know that or know my purpose or how valuable it was….
Prayer and offerings
Family gathering for the living and deceased Table spread with savory foods, rich bread, and sweets A voided space between realms filled with laughter Candles lit for prayer, protection, and to guide our loved ones along the way Water poured into fancy glasses for libations and hydration Music playing to raise the frequency of the…
My truth, your truth, whose truth?
The truth will set you free or hold others in captivity. Hear me out. We journey through life experiencing all of these beautiful lessons. I say beautiful because each experience is a lesson that leads to our expansion. That growth and expansion could be mental, emotional, physical, and/or spiritual. Nonetheless, growth is beautiful to experience,…
Bath house
Bath House. Private. Hidden sanctuary that only the lost souls can find. The map is their sorrow, their tears a stream of tranquil waters and their longing for healing keeps them afloat. Bath house. Private. Hidden sanctuary that only the broken souls have the password for admission. When they arrive at the gate, the whispers of…
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