Category: Non-Fiction
Ana Vidosavljevic – Rakija
Posted by admin | Nov 28, 2018 | Non-Fiction | 0
Patricia Prijatel – The Nightstand
Posted by admin | Mar 16, 2018 | Non-Fiction | 0
Chris Brauer – Surrendering to the Music
Posted by admin | Nov 25, 2017 | Non-Fiction | 0
Susan Tepper – Me & Mr. Grant
Posted by admin | Nov 2, 2017 | Non-Fiction | 0
Katacha Díaz – Machu Picchu Beckons
Posted by admin | Jul 18, 2017 | Non-Fiction | 0
Karen Petersen – A Special Realm
by admin | Jan 14, 2019 | Non-Fiction | 0
Recognizing and responding to beauty is more about its appeal to a higher, spiritual nature which is innate, and perhaps our saving grace–as we are mostly brutes.
Ana Vidosavljevic – Rakija
by admin | Nov 28, 2018 | Non-Fiction | 0
Yellow frangipani flowers and purple bougainvillea are my companions every morning. I walk through the garden and touch their petals. Soft, silky and fragile. They caress my palms and fill my body with some strange tenderness.
Patricia Prijatel – The Nightstand
by admin | Mar 16, 2018 | Non-Fiction | 0
Early morning on the mountain after a rain: A whiff of pines and, maybe, skunk. Baby hawks squabbling on the ridge. Ice-cold mountain water sucked from a stained Camelbak bought sometime in the 90s. The sticky surprise of cobwebs on my face, woven overnight along the trail.
Chris Brauer – Surrendering to the Music
by admin | Nov 25, 2017 | Non-Fiction | 0
I never know what the hour will be when I emerge out of the deep recesses of my mind and return to the ‘real’ world. Sometimes only an hour has passed and I have composed a thousand words; other times I emerge to find myself in the mid-afternoon with three or four thousand words on the page.
Susan Tepper – Me & Mr. Grant
by admin | Nov 2, 2017 | Non-Fiction | 0
Cliff, so tall, had to bend low to open the limo door. And out stepped Cary Grant! Tanned, silver-haired, older than his movies, more solid-looking; yet unmistakably Cary Grant. And, attentive. To me!
Katacha Díaz – Machu Picchu Beckons
by admin | Jul 18, 2017 | Non-Fiction | 0
I have travelled all over the world and visited more than 30 countries to gather material for my stories and articles. I undertake a project because I want to immerse myself in the subject, learn more about it, and take my readers on a journey with words
Sara Martin – Coquinas
by admin | Jun 8, 2017 | Non-Fiction | 0
Our task is to pay attention, to notice that glint of sunlight on the water, the drops of dew on blades of grass, the red flash of a cardinal against a gray winter day, fireflies blinking in the dark, and stars scattered like glitter across the black northern sky.
Clara Burghelea – When Tom and Jerry met Julius Meinl
by admin | Jun 8, 2017 | Fiction, Non-Fiction | 0
If art is the way in which the artist is grasping the world, beauty stands for the emotion it creates in the eyes and mind of the observer. The ability to respond to art translates into the act of beauty which is on-going and engaging.
Donna Mulvenna – Freedom to Roam
by admin | May 7, 2017 | Non-Fiction | 0
Humans have an inner compass that guides them toward beauty. The Japanese have a word for it, kachou fuugetsu which literally means Flower Bird Wind Moon but commonly translates to “experience the beauty of nature, learn about yourself”
Brandi Jo Nyberg – Seneca Rocks
by admin | May 1, 2017 | Non-Fiction | 0
Beauty is a flash flood in the desert. The blooming of fireweed and arctic lupine. Beauty is turquoise, milky glacial waters rushing past alpenglow mountains. A vulture soaring in a cloudless blue sky. A sun-bleached bone resting in the sand. The way wind whispers through the trees. The smell of dark earth after rain. Beauty exists within the small moments of solitude I am granted in nature.
Karen Ginther Graham – Rose Chintz
by admin | Apr 28, 2017 | Non-Fiction | 0
I meander through a terrain of browns and greens amid a dappled blue and white sky. My fingers brush tall grasses and wild flowers still wet with morning dew. I hear a symphony of birdsong and inhale the scent of pine wafting on a fresh breeze.
Patty Somlo – Home at the Beach
by admin | Apr 20, 2017 | Non-Fiction | 0
In the afternoon, sunlight hits the clear water and the rocks underneath, coloring them golden. When I gaze at the spot and then turn to look further upstream, where some Sierra peak stands in the background, I know this soars to the spiritual realm that classifies as beauty, because every way I try to describe it misses the mark.
