“FIRST BLOOMS COLLECTION” UPDATE

The last word on our progress was this:

“ALL INFORMATION IS RECEIVED, AND THE BOOK IS IN PROGRESS!  THANK YOU, ALL!”

Several have asked if this book is still in the works.  Rest assured, it is.  The process is going more slowly than we would like, but we are moving forward nonetheless.

Keep the faith, and we’ll let you know when you can expect it to be ready for publication.

Write on!

 

Prompt 79 may be found here:  http://poeticbloomings.com/2012/10/28/hanging-out-prompt-79/ .

HANGING OUT – PROMPT #79

We have celebrated people and things that have helped mold us. Now, where were the places you went to get away from or hang out with your friends.

“HOW DO YOU VIEW your life? – POETIC BLOOMINGS MEMOIR PROJECT

Part 14: Hanging Out – Tell us about a place where you spent a lot of your free time growing up (or as a grown-up). Even if it was in your own room, what did you do? Where did you socialize (pre-facebook, of course!). Where was your ultimate sanctuary?

MARIE ELENA’S  HANGOUT(S):

Anywhere with Cousins

Whoever’s house,
Whichever park,
Whoever’s porch,
Whichever street,
Whoever’s room,
Whoever’s yard
Whatever rink
Whichever pool
Whatever field
Whatever pond
Whatever creek
Whichever place
Where we could be
All together – family.

(To Patti, Punk, Susie, Carrie, Connie, Shan, Dick, Bobbie, Mary, Jimmy, Barbara, Ray, Jim, Judi, Tom, Lisa, and Chris – with more love and gratefulness than my heart can contain.)

Copyright © – Marie Elena Good – 2012

WALT’S HIDEAWAY:

ROAT ACRES

A happy little hamlet hidden,
on the Lake Erie shore.
A cottage fully furnished
and burnished by the misted surf.
My friend’s turf, (his name was “Murph”).
It was Murph’s Turf! Summers were spent
rent free, the only “fee” was the upkeep.
We used to sleep until nine
and unwind on the sand until
time demanded we get busy.
Whirlwind waves made you dizzy
if you watched them for long.
The best song was their crash against
the break wall. But best of all,
it was a haven for the unshaven.
Because, when things move that slow,
you’re apt to let yourself go!

Copyright © – Walter J. Wojtanik 2012