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From a Puppy
We brought Leroy home in early 2011, shortly after I returned from Alaska. I was apprehensive of bringing this tiny life home and the responsibility that came with her. Would we be good pet owners, provide the right nutrition, walks, exercise, training, keep her safe? What do we do when traveling, or simply running errands?…
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A Boy and His Dog
Childhood memories of running through the yard, of dirt being kicked up, of throwing a ball and a flash of red whizzing by – there is nothing like a boy and his dog. Growing up with at least two dogs (along with cats, birds, fish, gerbils) at any time, there was no boredom to be…
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Essay – Influence
An entire lifetime spanning so many years, is divided into smaller lifetimes, or books. These books of our life are further divided into chapters. I think the books are finished and started with major events or changes and these can be happy, joyous, sad, perhaps a death or tragedy. The chapters within each are related…
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Poem for Northography – Tag
A response to the most recent writing prompt at Northography. http://www.northography.com/responses.php?stimulus_id=289 I returned to the fields of the childhood I left behind. Rows upon rows of corn stretching forever and above our heads as we ran looking behind, ahead all around; each stalk that moved could mean we were tagged, and our turn to chase each…
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Today’s Music and Jackson Pollock
Today, a beautiful sunny day, is brought to you by “State of Trance”, mixed by Alexander Popov. Something recently compelled me to return to Jackson Pollock. I have seen the movie released in 2000, directed and starred in by Ed Harris many times, but had not read the biography the movie is based on. I…
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Words and Actions
Back in 2009, I had a short story published at Whispering Angel Books about my grandfather. It was titled “Grandpa’s Words and Actions”. As today is an important anniversary, I am re-posting, along with updates from reviewing each year, and including it below. Rugged facial features and expressions, like that of mountain men in history…
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Poem – Childhood Memories
Since it finally snowed in Minnesota, I have pulled the following poem from the archives. It was written 24-years ago and had a lot of dust on its words. Winters Pleasures: Childhood Memories (1988) Winter arrives like a lamb, laying down its marks with a white blanket of cotton. The trees look like skeletons with…
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Poem, Thoughts – Roots
Where do you come from? Not from 5-minutes ago, or from your vehicle, but the essence of you, what time, experiences, and place gave you the foundation of who you are? Where are your roots? I did not come money, I came from Northeast, Minneapolis. And so begins the story melding with the present and…
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Story – Tunnels Chapter 3
Tunnels of My Childhood, Chapter 3 By, Felice Scrittore Photo by Twisted Root Studios My cousins and I were playing in the basement but because there was not much to do, we quickly became bored. I went to the doorway that led into the cellar storing all of the canned harvest from the summer past.…