Our Words Began the Imagination, by Karla Linn Merrifield

Originally posted on Red Wolf Journal:
Our Words Began the Imagination by Karla Linn Merrifield of time, its construct of eons and nanoseconds. Elasticity sticks to my tongue and stretches across your upper palate as we attempt to pronounce the number of hours to germinate the idea of love. Likewise is distance reinvented every instance…

Mid-Winter’s Pause for the Quiet Beauty of Birds

The bird sitting atop my husband Roger’s cap was a Florida scrub jay, an endemic endangered species; see—he wears multiple leg bands. A rare encounter it was those fifteen or so seconds fifteen years ago. The memory persists of that blue wonder. The following poem and those that follow are taken from my 2007 chapbook,Continue reading “Mid-Winter’s Pause for the Quiet Beauty of Birds”

Lordamercy, Let There Be Music

As we drift into this fresh year, its Wolf Moon full the evening, I compose this for you, my young-2023 musical mosaic of artists and tastes. Nibble away; I hope you find a tune that fits into your own January soundtrack. My thanks to all the contributors: Nicolas Eckerson, Sandy Smith, Anne Morrissey, Rob Cutts,Continue reading “Lordamercy, Let There Be Music”

A bodacious—compassionate—memoir

“Sugar Daddy culture is the patriarchy at its ugliest…. ‘Please Daddy, can I have some pocket money?’ is not autonomy, it’s not equality, and it’s far from easy money.” If you’re a regular reader of The Muses’ Refugia, you know I have a fondness for anything and everything that comes out of Guts Publishing, perhapsContinue reading “A bodacious—compassionate—memoir”

“Don’t take any wooden ideals.”

William Heyen. Richard Blanco. Miriam Sagan. Sharon Olds. Campbell McGrath. Marge Piercy. Dan Giancola. There are only a mere handful of contemporary poets whom I hold in such high esteem that I immediately rush out and buy their new releases the instant they hit the bookstore (or the poet kindly gives me a copy). AsContinue reading ““Don’t take any wooden ideals.””

No One’s Kissing Santa Claus Here!

It’s that time of year again when treacly holiday tunes are piped in everywhere you go…at the outdoor malls here in Florida…the gas station…restaurants…and even creeping into my two favorite SiriusXM radio channels (The Bridge; Margaritaville). Here’s your chance to escape the syrupy earworms of December. This playlist is dedicated to Teran Hillger, faithful contributorContinue reading “No One’s Kissing Santa Claus Here!”

A Non-Fiction Triad: Alaska Here We Come

I first came across Adrienne Ross Scanlan’s poetry ten years or so ago when I was assistant editor at The Centrifugal Eye, a now defunct literary journal . Exactly which of Adrienne’s poems we published, I can’t recall—or even if we ended up with one of her works. I’m confident we did because, her writingContinue reading “A Non-Fiction Triad: Alaska Here We Come”

A Blitz of Books

What’s your next great read? Here are two I highly recommend, and one, well, you be the judge! The reek of damp and emptiness “Love affairs, one-night stands, beartbreak, joy, betrayal”—that is the essence in Deborah Price’s one words of her breathtaking memoir The Peanut Factory from Guts Publishing. The book recounts her unabashed, untarnishedContinue reading “A Blitz of Books”