THE WRITTEN WORD
The Written Word is a place for local writers to share their articles, stories, and thoughts with News of Davidson readers. Send submissions to [email protected] . Thanks!
Ode to Paper Cranes
THE WRITTEN WORD Sadako Sasaki, age two when the bomb fell on Hiroshima, became ill with leukemia ten years later. She folded 644 paper cranes. Japanese legendsays fold a thousandpaper cranesyour heart’s wishwill be granted My Japanese studentsfolded gum...
Night Music
THE WRITTEN WORD The sky’s alive with you. Millionsof warblers, finches, kinglets flyinto clouds that cover the moonand cross the strand of Milky Way. Scientists count you, record your migrationand calls far above my bed and pillows.You cross oceans and continents....
Tumbling
THE WRITTEN WORD I was tumbling. I was swirling like a leaf, aimlessly drifting after falling from its home. My thoughts stopped; taillights up ahead caused my right foot to jerk left and apply furious pressure to the brake. I laughed because I was comparing myself...
The Horizon
THE WRITTEN WORD A poem offered for these troubling times. The Horizon Above the darkness ofpresent realitycovers me likea cold blanketMy steps are slowand sad But as I look towardan edge of lightthere comes a kind ofinvitation:“Walk on O childof the earth”...
A Good Question
THE WRITTEN WORD The other day my sweet, wonderful daughter sighed, ‘Mom, I spend so much time learning how to relate to neuro typical people. How come they don’t spend time learning how to relate to me?’ Good question. A neuro typical person, or an NT, is someone...
Crazy Time
THE WRITTEN WORD I come into the peace of wild thingswho do not tax their lives with forethoughtof grief. I come into the presence of still water.- Wendell Berry from “The Peace of Wild Things” A few days ago, after reading one too many news stories,...
The Written Word: “The Tin”
THE WRITTEN WORD The Tinby Libby Cable I spent many glorious school vacation weeks with my grandmother in Massachusetts when I was young. I’m the oldest of four and found the one-on-one attention of an adult with limitless time for me a pure delight. Occasionally,...
The Written Word: Two Poems by Diana Pinckney
THE WRITTEN WORD Picasso’s Self Portrait with Palette, 1906by Diana Pinckney Here the strong, dark-eyed twenty-five-year- old,bold in his realism, old in his art and readyto change it again and again. Pablo,looking young and innocent. Was he ever? Here the left...
The Written Word: “Just in Case”
THE WRITTEN WORD JUST IN CASEBy Andrea Nordstrom Caughey Some dads collect fishing poles, old boat propellers, beer steins, or signed baseballs. Mine collected flashlights. Dozens and dozens of flashlights. Small pocket flashlights, issued free with subscriptions to...
The Written Word: “Nevertheless, She Persisted”
THE WRITTEN WORD by Dede Mitchell The wind whips the heavy-leaved limbs of the willow oak. Only a few weeks ago, the leaves were beginning to bud and now the tree’s branches toss and swing like long, thick hair. I see this through the window of my study. There’s...
