Author: Katherine

Poetry writer and author

Learn to Write Fiction

https://www.nytimes.com/2020/07/18/at-home/coronavirus-fiction-writing.html

Though some people have knocked out an entire short story in a single sitting, it’s more realistic to see writing a story not as an inspiration-fueled creative binge but as a multiweek project. It’s one you’re a lot likelier to finish if, rather than waiting for the muse, you create the possibility for inspiration by planning a time and setting up the circumstances that will allow you to write regularly. It also should be fun! The act of constructing plots, developing characters and creating dialogue can be challenging, even frustrating, but I never find it boring, and it just might allow you to escape from your daily life at the same 

Soles heeled here


There is humour in the Bible we revere
Soles are heeled,partitions sent to God
Perfect love will complicate your fear

Five thousand people shared a single deer
The meat was cooked by a fierce lightning rod
There is humour in the Bible, we can hear

There is nothing much to buck up the impure
But plentiful the ways to cut off heads
Perfect love can escalate one’s fear

God made Jonah subtly disappear
And caught Elijah when in caves he hid
There is humour in the Bible if you peer

With a wail from Jonah,God appeared
His still small voice got louder by the Flood
Perfect love will castrate perfect fear

After many liars are burned as wood
I hope Gomorrha you will all be good
There is guidance in the Bible, but laugh here.
Perfect love will castrate perfect fear

Slow and simple like the snail. Never answer your email.

Still life e by Katherine

https://www.nytimes.com/2017/07/31/your-money/the-best-path-to-long-term-change-is-slow-simple-and-boring.html

You know what will work? Small actions repeated consistently over a very long period of time. Incremental change is short-term boring, but long-term exciting.

Crossword terror

Arnside bot.
Silvered male.

Change at Ox -in -home for Hinder here
Can he stun old man?
Shall we rave?
Striding Ledge.
Abiding grudge.
Beatrix Hotter.
Cross by terror
The river can’t.
Watercolour depressions of the meres.
A nymph a night keeps the cat awake
The river loon frightened everybody
Brambles glide.

The bonus gerry

Beard tricks stutter

Serpentwater

Lake of margarine.

Tests wait.

Grange-over-Trans.

Arnside shot.

Deep

Can we grieve before our loved ones die.

Retaining for them little but a sigh.

We want to get it over with and done

A bit like dying before the life has come

Relaxationq is a mini death

So in linen garments we should dress

With our ceaseless striving we wear out

So intense activity we doubt

Do not stop your breath to gain your goal

Like the ocean waves breath wants to roll

Can Moving the Body Heal the Mind? [nytimes.com] | PACEsConnection

https://www.pacesconnection.com/blog/can-moving-the-body-heal-the-mind-nytimes-com

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Her friend suggested biking as a reprieve. Not previously athletic, she took to the riding with enthusiasm, finding it “soothed my mind,” she said.

That discovery convinced her to change the focus of her research. Now the director of the NeuroFit Lab at McMaster University in Hamilton, Ontario, she studies the interplay of physical and emotional health and how exercise helps stave off or treat depression, anxiety, stress and other mental health conditions.

“The effects of motion on the mind are just so pervasive and fascinating,” said 

Her friend suggested biking as a reprieve. Not previously athletic, she took to the riding with enthusiasm, finding it “soothed my mind,” she said.

That discovery convinced her to change the focus of her research. Now the director of the NeuroFit Lab at McMaster University in Hamilton, Ontario, she studies the interplay of physical and emotional health and how exercise helps stave off or treat depression, anxiety, stress and other mental health conditions.

“The effects of motion on the mind are just so pervasive and fascinating,” said 

Where thou goest, I will also go

I felt the sun’s heat on the wheelie bins
The plastic lids and handles stung my hand
The rumbling wheels made their own  ugly din

I bumped my leg and nearly burned my shin
This work is more familiar to a man
I felt the sun’s heat on the wheelie bins

They spoil my garden and  ignite my pen
I wish the PM would issue a new ban
The rumbling wheels made their own  ugly din

 

Can human sacrifice expunge our sins?
Grenfell Tower, a Death Camp I see so.
I felt the sun’s heat on the vicious bin.

Men in power fought red tape, grumbling, grim.
The sacrificial victims died by fire or blow
The voices of democracy grew dim

A neighbour said …….  illegals, eeh by gum,
So as they burned, no one will ever know
I smelled the smoke of Auschwitz rippling in.

Where thou goest, I will also go
The Christian world sure writes a damning show
My heart cracked and I fell into the bin
They grumbling  made their own   darned ugly din

Hear the Pennines as they call.

The high force of the of Tees is cruel

The water earth still fight a duel.

The looming rocks and cliffs severe

Fill my heart with violent fear.

Cross Fell so dark so huge so wild

Unfit for sheep and beasts so mild

As we drove South our Northern hearts

Like the river plunged in doubt

The savage Pennines called us back.

In the rocks there is a crack

And through this crack the scent and feel

Recall to us the place that heals

Not all the world is mild and small

Hear the mountains as they call.

When It’s Safe to Exercise After Getting Sick | NYU Langone News

“Cardone recommends staying well hydrated, eating a balanced diet, and avoiding overexertion. After being sick, listen to your body, rest when you need it, and ease your way back into your normal workout routine, he says. It may take a few weeks for you to get back to your usual intensity and duration, so be patient.” https://nyulangone.org/news/when-its-safe-exercise-after-getting-sick#:~:text=Cardone%20recommends%20staying%20well%20hydrated,and%20duration%2C%20so%20be%20patient.

Suddenly flying

I know that’s how death will come,
Suddenly flying into another orbit when I am photographing flowers
It’s not a gentle transition.
No-one will know where I’ve gone.
One step wrong and I’m off the high wire
And plunging into the no safety net.
Flying for a while
Jumping into hyperspace,spinning electrons
Startle my wide eyes.
Transiting the new black sun
I’m on a double gold helix,
Spider on her web,
Knitting furiously
Into the future heaven on gossamer wings.
Butterfly goodbye,
I’m off to see the stars.
And the black holes.
No one will come with me.
I’m shaking off,evaporating into mist.
I’m a flying saucer on a circus mission.
I can’t say no to a new invitation.
Make it fast and break with tradition.
Time is passing smoothly till that break In the music,
I’ve been transmuted into a different key
someone else will play me on their violin
I’m a tune, I’m a thought, I’m a whisper in your vision.
Goodbye,darling.
I’m under orders Ready to leave for my performance
On the electric carpet.
Death dancing to a tune on a violoncello,
Arpeggionne sonata
I’m playing your words upside down
In a new foreign translation,
Accompanied by solo artists,ice cracking
I’m going in.
It’s too sudden.
I’m flying.
Spinning faster to amuse the clowns,
too many ups and no downs.
I’m going right out of orbit
I’ve broken the pull of gravity,
And fly with pure equanimity
Into my future life,
I’m off at some moment
An instant,a crack,a loud smack
That was me passing

A Negative Freedom: Thirteen Poets on Formal Verse

https://lareviewofbooks.org/article/a-negative-freedom-thirteen-poets-on-formal-verse/

Among the many reasons poets choose to write formal poetry in the 21st century is an intuitive distaste for the imitative fallacy. To write about chaos, one need not write chaotically. It’s only a minor paradox to say that discipline and constraint unlock freedom. Steele goes on to say that form-minded poets are assumed to believe that “the universe is a nice, neat, orderly place.” On the contrary, he says:

I suspect that most people who write in forms feel that the obvious disorder and chaos of the world afflict us intensely, coming 

Envious feelings

Envious feelings damage our own heart

Do not feed the soil in which they grow

Peace and love and beauty will depart

Do not put the horse behind the cart

Do not turn a friend into a foe

Envious feelings damage our own hearts

For peace and love and beauty will depart

Like the snail it’s better to be low

Do not be a vulture be a larka

Little buds of sin grow into sharks

Do not injure others with your blows

unless you are a dog you should not bark

when we enjoy others let’s be glad

there is no need to act when you are sad

comparing and contrasting ruined our hearts

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