Halloween is my favorite holiday, and the only one I celebrate. I’ve loved the holiday since I was a little girl, not so much for the candy, but for the opportunity to dress up and be someone or something else for a night. In 1960, when I was 8 years old, my mother dressed meContinue reading “Who ya gonna call?!”
I wouldn’t have been on this seven-night cruise aboard my beloved QM2 had it not been for music. As some of you know, I sailed the world’s only ocean liner in 2019 on a World Voyage that took me to ports in 22 countries in 108 days. Needless to say, the cruise of a lifetime.Continue reading “You’ve Got a Friend in Music…aboard the Queen Mary 2!”
Now to the body of this blog post–listen up for the next seven minutes! And take care out there!
In my previous blog, “The Hands of a Poet, the Hand of a Poet,” I issued my readers a challenge: Write a 50-word piece in any genre—flash fiction, poetry (haiku, tanka, etc. welcome), memoir—that tells the story of the photograph. The most moving response came from my sister-in-law, Patti Bourne, who lives in Lyons, NY.Continue reading “Shaking Hands”
Once upon a time there was a blog I created, Vagabond Poet, which after several years became for a short while Vagabond Poet Redux. Not too long after my husband Roger died in 2017, I discontinued the blog. But its still there at http://karlalinn.blogspot.com/, if you’re curious. Then, in deep Covid era in mid-2021, IContinue reading “Hands of a Poet, Hand of a Poet”
Welcome to my new blog, The Muses’ Refugia, a place for you to set aside your concerns, whether they be the Covid pandemic, climate change, racism, partisan politics, police brutality, sexism, ageism…and relax in company of the arts.