Once upon a time in Wyocena, WI, a little girl drove home from a candlelight service in Wyocena, WI with her family of eight in their big…… Read more “A Calisbury Christmas—my Christmas book hit the market this week”
Category: Writing
A Million Sunsets
Bit by bit Hour by hour A million sunsets A thousand hours A hundred wishes Myriads of dreams It’s all too much For one lifetime Of waiting…… Read more “A Million Sunsets”
Stars will Align
Stars will align And you will find Your right abode. Stars will align And you will find Where you belong. Stars will align And you will find…… Read more “Stars will Align”
Windblown
Suffering cannot last forever Green and living sorrows Will be as the wind-blown leaves. Wind-blown sorrows, Wind-blown dreams – Your tomorrows Will see them as fallen brown…… Read more “Windblown”
Story Ideas I’m Thinking Of
Story ideas I’m thinking of: A telepathic graphic designer who can change design on a page or screen just by thinking about it – moving around elements,…… Read more “Story Ideas I’m Thinking Of”
Why Monday mornings don’t work – or running low on Caffeine and Creativity
They’re just not good. They’re not good for production. They’re not good for mood. They’re only good for more tea and more lattes. The world would be…… Read more “Why Monday mornings don’t work – or running low on Caffeine and Creativity”
Fairy Tales Themes I believe
Fairy tales at their heart deal with love. So what is it? By default and necessity, we are born self-centric. Pain, the great teacher of life, would…… Read more “Fairy Tales Themes I believe”
Why do we write?
“Why do we write? To make suffering endurable To make evil intelligible To make justice desirable and … to make love possible” -Roger Rosenblatt inspired to requote…… Read more “Why do we write?”
The Art Center
The room I entered by way of the recording studio was large, airy and sunny. Windows were everywhere, and all were open to allow in the most delicious of summer breezes and…… Read more “The Art Center”
The Artist is not made for the World
The artist is not made for the world, and therefore the world does not fit or understand him. The Artist goes forth with starry eyes to touch…… Read more “The Artist is not made for the World”
Marisa Porter 