Long Hollow

Where seeds of thought have room to grow

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Realtor, writer, blogger in Austin, TX

Category: Poetry

  • Small Stones from Methodist Hospital

    Today is the first ever Mindful Writing Day, and I almost missed it. Small Stones is a term used by Fiona Robyn, from Writing Our Way Home, to describe a moment when you stop, focus and really pay attention to one thing and write it down, using words that evoke the senses. I began gathering…

  • “The Best Laid Schemes…” (What happened to Monday and Tuesday?)

    According to my calendar, I'm in Galveston right now, visiting my friend Ann, finally getting to see the cute little Victorian house she's fixing up and browsing through some wonderful eclectic shops. Things don't always go according to plan, though, do they? Instead of strolling the tourist-free beaches and staying up late talking and laughing…

  • Soft Mornings

      On soft mornings cotton candy clouds floating in a pastel blue sky the wind and the trees laughing and talking and singing all around me, I open wide the windows  feel the brisk autumn breeze whoosh into every corner carrying away all the bits of darkness and doubt and worry leaving only energy and…

  • An Ode to Texas Summers

    Max stood still, letting the pond water soak through his thick fur. I watched him from a patch of shade on the hill above and marveled at the miracle of this pond. Rain is a distant memory, the lake has become a river, triple digit temperatures and blue skies seem neverending, and area wells are…

  • Face in the Mirror

    Face in the mirror You are the face I recognize, the face I know, the face I greet each morning, Yes, the face I love, despite the lines and scars and spots. You and I have traveled together, collected mementoes of Life. Your eye-crinkles and mouth-creases… reminders of laughter and reasons to smile. Deep lines…