Road trips should be about leaving and arriving. Charity Singleton invokes Jack Kerouac as she ponders the nature of her own road trip narrative, of leaving and arriving, over and over again.
Transitions: Life and the Art Museum
Horror, repulsion, bafflement. These were strange emotions for me in a place that normally signified beauty and order and peace. I had walked right into the same art museum I had visited a hundred times. Usually, I would go up the stairs one level, pass by the front desk, and head directly into the European […]
I am the Rain
The gerbera daisy that I had planted in an old green ceramic pitcher on my back porch isn’t red anymore. In fact, the red bloom shriveled and fell off weeks ago. But the stem and the leaves that were left behind, now they have died too. At least that’s my initial diagnosis. With my plastic […]
The Occasional Painter
Seeing the tubes and bottles of paint brought a smile to my face. I was packing a bag to take to a friend’s house for the day, and among the things I was bringing were the paints, a jar filled with brushes of all sizes, and a couple of fresh white canvases. Sarah, an artist […]
The Peace of Wild Things
Could the subtlety of poetry be enough to startle others into hearing?
Journey Into Poetry: Charity Singleton Craig
I have to have poetry in regular doses or the other writing I’m doing begins to suffer.