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by Mary Ellen Johnson The Firefly Story Hour, a part of the Georgia ForestWatch Fall Retreat, October 10, 2020, guided by Janisse Ray, author of Ecology of a Cracker Childhood, is a virtual storytelling session around a virtual campfire, 3-4-minute stories around the theme of CHANGE. Epiphanies relating to Nature began for me in my …
by Mary Ellen Johnson, Sassafras Literary Exchange originally published in the Pickens County Progress, Thursday, August 27, 2020 Sassafras group members were excited to have their first in-person meeting since March on Thursday, Aug. 20th, 6:30 p.m. at the pavilion at Lee Newton Park for a summer themed picnic: hors d’oeuvres, grilled hamburgers and hot dogs, and …
Sassafras Writers Group Holds First In-Person Meeting Since Spring Read More »
by Mary Ellen Johnson (if you don’t even know what clotheslines are, better skip this) There is one thing that’s left out. We had a long wooden pole (clothes pole) that was used to push the clotheslines up so that longer items (sheets/pants/etc.) didn’t brush the ground and get dirty. And now a POEM… A …
by Mary Ellen Johnson My life stretches on its long course as the elongated circles are stretched on a carpet design. Youth A Florida girl digs her unmanicured toes in the dribbling, wet sand on the crowded, living, breathing, undulating coquina-filled world, accompanied by her 5 younger siblings, but in her own world, the world …
by Mary Ellen Johnson Excitement and reluctance glimmered ahead New job, new city, new friends, new apartment waited For the transformation and independence of the new life. Was I ready, did I know? Nt a clue that Life as I knew would usher in such deep studies and emotion. The new world ahead was a …
Turning Points: What Happened? (Reykjavik exercise) Read More »
by Mary Ellen Johnson “I can only see 2 inches of height from y kitty vantage point under the living room couch. That foot just to my right looks enticing: Can I grab that heel with my claws, sharpened just a few minutes ago on my scratching post? They don’t call me Audrey from Little …
By Mary Ellen Johnson Salt licks my faceAs I plunge into the sea,Churning waves race to shoreAlive, in wild abandon, ruthless and free. What tales could the ripples tellOf adventures far and near,Places you’ve been?If only my ears could hear. What creatures have been birthedIn your watery embrace,What horrid deeds have you tossedIn abandoned disgrace? …
by Mary Ellen Johnson How can I describe her beauty?It came from within, a life well livedTravel and adventures swelled withinA body that failed her when the spirit dimmedThe keen mind, the determination could not prevailAs the husband, daughter, mother, fathers, colleaguesDespaired in the few days that remained,She said her goodbyes with the strength she …
