by Notley Notes - Anna Myra Notley | Apr 16, 2022 | For Adults, Poetry
The yellow-fingered dawn takes my hand as if to say Come I give you this day, this particular day, full of earth-scent and bird-song and laughter and pain Live it. For it will not come...
by Notley Notes - Anna Myra Notley | Apr 16, 2022 | For Adults, Poetry
wistful /ˈwɪs(t)fʊl,ˈwɪs(t)f(ə)l/ adjective What a word ‘wistful’ is – pinning down with precision this vague sense of sadness for that which is lost or impossible
by Notley Notes - Anna Myra Notley | Apr 16, 2022 | For Adults, Poetry
I lie in bed, reach for the screen lit in its sickly glowing sheen I wallow deep, my finger scrolling, disengaged I just keep rolling “You fool,” I cry “Get up, get up now!” I’d like to, but I don’t know how At last, I slouch out down the hall to the kitchen, then I...
by Notley Notes - Anna Myra Notley | Apr 16, 2022 | For Adults, Poetry
It was a misty, moisty morning When all the world was new The pale, pinky dawning Moved and melded with the dew The sky and sea were soft A milky, muted hue Like a sun-brushed silken painting For the daybreak daring...
by Notley Notes - Anna Myra Notley | Apr 16, 2022 | For Adults, Short Stories
A story about what makes a home, and how little some places deserve that name. Excerpt: A magpie’s liquid song seeped into Mary’s head. It was a message of pure joy, lifted into the air, for any who cared to listen. Or, perhaps, it was sung for no one, for the...
