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Whole Lotta Love
May 03, 2022 03:48PM ● By Leanne Goebel https://www.beaconseniornews.com/2022/05/03/399448/whole-lotta-love Martha Ditto, cellist Robert Plant blew her kisses when she toured with him and Jimmy Page....
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15 Artists at Kirkland Museum Not Radical At All
Art Exhibit at Kirkland Museum, featuring artists who broke with tradition, closed on August 14th. (Originally published on AdobeAirstream in 2011) “The influence of decadent Parisians…Picasso and...
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To sleep, perchance to dream, an ancient life
1st Place, Inside Outside Southwest and Images Short Fiction Contest, 2004 Catori slept. Her afternoon nap was an almost daily ritual since the car accident. On this day, her fingers were delicately...
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A magnificent return to a passion long buried
Feb 27, 2023 12:11PM ● By Leanne Goebel D.Jo was 9 when she told her mother she wanted to learn to play the violin. She started with a rental, but her mother Wilma told her that if she practiced, she...
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Denver’s First Perplexing Biennial
from adobeairstream.com September 2009 The Denver Biennial of the Americas has some awesome growing pains. Denver artists and art dealers are getting nervous. So are conference planners, hotel bookers...
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What We Can Learn from Denver’s “Blue Mustang”
from adobeairstream.com in March 2009 Rachel Hultin, a Denver real estate developer, has launched a Facebook page opposing Denver International Airport’s Blue Mustang. A dare after a night out...
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Learning adventures across the globe
from Beacon Senior News You’ve probably heard of road warriors—harried business people who are constantly traveling for work. That doesn’t sound like much fun, does it? But for seniors traveling with...
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Nobody reads what you write; why bother?
It was a sunny August afternoon in 2012. I sat with a friend on a relatively empty Denver restaurant patio under a green awning. We drank terrible, sticky-sweet mojitos and talked. My friend, an older...
View ArticleI lean in to hear you whisper
I lean close to listen, talking out the opposite side of my mouth, your words in my ear, spewing forth from my lips parted to speak what you said, your whisper nearly inaudible to me. What did you...
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The Systematic American Landscape
“There is perhaps no theme more central to American national identity than the land. Over the years it has served as a wellspring of aesthetic beauty, spiritual sustenance and economic opportunity.”...
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Lullaby
Sleep in the storm, rain on your head Fall, little one, softly into bed Hear the raindrops sprinkle While around you, stars twinkle Sleep, little one, dream the colors of the sun Under the clouds...
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Writing
Crayons on white walls Finger-paint on newsprint A voiceless child struggles to find The image The color Of her feelings Colored chalk on sidewalks Hangman, hopscotch She tries to connect Spray paint...
View ArticleTwo Brain Injuries, Ten Years in Federal Court, and Walking My Own Path
I hung up the phone. A runnel of tears cascaded down my cheeks. The floor gave way, and I was falling, tumbling, spinning, yet I could barely move. Somehow I made it to the master bedroom and closed...
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Montrose’s Death Cafe
Death. We don’t like to talk about it. We usually fight it or try to ignore it. But for as long as we’ve lived, we’ve died. Death is inevitable. Earlier societies were much better at talking about...
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Dancing with the moon
I watch the moon waltz across the sky, the abundant stars longing to be her partner. She dances, dipping behind the mountains playing hide and seek. I follow her lead, and we twirl against the...
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Bluebonnet
A blue-grey sky Engulfed in moist clouds Surrounded Wrapped in cool nothingness It is ok to cry The sky cries Drops of rain fall To the ground Fall on my umbrella Like applause Bravo You are cleansed...
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Too Much Church
The air inside the clapboard chapel was thick and humid. Some parishioners fanned themselves with the Sunday bulletin, while others ignored the sweat running down their temples, soaking through the...
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Broken Chalice
Broken chalice My blood dripping Down my leg Sticky, warm, wet Tears spilling Down my cheeks Burning lines I cannot run Cannot scream I lie there The unbroken rhythm Of him razor sharp Between my legs...
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Coyote
The coyote left to the west Chasing sun before she set Ran over fields of frost Frozen flight Flecks of light Turned long nose Howled come follow me Solitary was her plight I have run Across the...
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