Swamp Drainers 101 – Indivisibility

January 22, 2017

Civics in action is not high on my feminist list these days. I’m old and tired.  So is our president.   Our big difference is I care about us, we, the people. He cares nothing about you people

But I bet you’re wondering if those women can really do anything? If, like me, you couldn’t attend the #womensmarch yesterday (kaniary  21, 2017) and are wondering what will happen next..next is now. It is obvious we have to force a responsible cabinet be put in place if we can as our president’s incompetence is going to get us all killed if we don’t do something.

Sadly our president is a businessman who thinks he’s the boss of everyone. It may take him a while to learn he is a mere politician who serves many masters.  We cannot wait for his come-to-Jesus moment.

Draining the swamp is going to be a messy job and he needs our input to help him and jumping in begins now. #Indivisible is what we are as a people. #standindivisible is what we must do.

So I beg you– get ready to take on this battle. The main requirement to be in this movement is an open mind. Secondly, you must have a desire to learn how  with focus on how we can take the nonsense out of our government.  Our ultimate goal is to get responsible leaders in place in 2018 to serve we, the people.

So if you want to join in, MOVE. Share this link, make this plea – use my words if you want. But sign up for the phone call or webcast in the links.

Activism is not for everyone. Civics sometimes involves more than voting. I’m certainly not up to the task as physically  as I was once was and since my short-term memory isn’t what it used to be, my mental capacity could be questionable especially before coffee. But everyone can do something as a citizen.  We #standindividisible

And for those of you who pray, use your time praying that our president has that come-to-Jesus moment real quickly. He is making a complete and utter fool of himself and us at the moment. The whole world is watching. Our whole wide world…friend and foe. Peace to the peacemakers.

We #standindivisible. I’m betting not just on the women to get this done, but on all of us. Now Move! Click here now to sign up. 

A Review of Heidi Julavits’s The Folded Clock: A Diary

October 28, 2016

I facilitate a small writing group and each month we explore a different theme. October’a theme is “Time” and all that it conjures.

Two texts I use are recent purchases of Upstream by Mary Oliver and Ongoingness by Sarah Mangusco. I’m adding this title to my wish list as this review of Julavit’s book adds yet another wrinkle to the time cloak that encompasses us all. Happy reading and happy writing… Taylor

BREVITY's Nonfiction Blog

zz-foldedBy Courtney Ruttenbur Bulsiewicz

I came across some of my deceased father’s clothing while getting ready to move last month: a Hawaiian shirt I bought him when I visited Oahu and some old military fatigues.

When I was going through his house after he died, about a decade ago, these clothes seemed the perfect objects to hold onto. I could wear them and feel like he was hugging me, or remember what he looked like, or maybe just smell the collars and hope his scent still lingered. But the clothing has sat unworn all this time. I looked at the small stack a long while, trying to decide what to do: keep or discard? The clothes don’t hold his smell anymore, just the scent of dust. I have other, more practical and meaningful things: pictures, pens, jewelry, blankets. But how can I throw anything away when things are all I…

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Three Steps to Creating A Poetry Chatbook

September 7, 2016

You are reading that right – this post is about a Chatbook not exactly a chapbook. A fun project in  August which coincided with my birth month was to write  a lot of short form fragments and create a Chatbook of them.  Chatbook is a company  I saw advertised frequently on Instagram. The concept seemed painless, and I needed an easy way to display my poetry in the studio and gallery. 

Here’s how I made my Chatbook in three easy steps. 

1. Write. In my case, I used magnetic poetry tiles to compose my poems. I have various sets of them which are now all mixed together. 

Photo of Magnetic Studio Poem on Tin

2.  Instagram is a photo driven social media site with hashtags taking the driver’s seat. After I composed each poem I photographed and posted in no particular order. The key is whether you write by hand or compose by typing, Instagram responds to the photo you take of your work. Part of the fun of this process was to experiment with the various Instagram filters. 

You can write your poetry any way you want

3. Set-up a Chatbook account and follow the simple template with  their step-by-step instructions. It took me about 50 minutes to select the photos I liked and to add captions for the sixty poems I chose.

Chatbook on Display in Gallery

iInterior Pages

I sell my poetry in collages and cards and by having this small square book, I make it possible for customers to select a poem they like for inclusion in the work of their choice.  It takes little display area and is an inexpensive way to showcase some of the poems. 

There are probably cheaper ways to do this but for less than $20 this 60-page book is an attractive hardcover that has a professional feel.  You can select fewer pages and the cost is lower as well as choosing a paperback format instead of the hardcover one I chose. For my purposes, the hardcover $5 cost was well worth it.  The turnaround time was less than two weeks. 

Get writing. Get photographing. Make your own book. Happy creating. 

The Ultimate Oyster Trip to Virginia’s Eastern Shore

August 18, 2016

My grandfather had a secret oyster bed back in the forties and fifties. Only 3 people knew where it was and all are gone now. Sure wish I had written things down when I was a child.

Enjoy articles about the shore’s past as my family arrived there in mid-160O’s. Roots run deep on the peninsula.

Visit Virginia's Eastern Shore

There’s a lot more to oysters than just eating them

Oysters from Virginia’s Eastern Shore, plucked from the Atlantic Ocean on one side, and the Chesapeake Bay on the other, ship to restaurants around the world. Buy them at Whole Foods and order them at Grand Central Oyster Bar in Manhattan.

Head here to eat your fill, right from the source, of our delicious bivalve: You’ll find them raw, smoked, roasted, fried, stuffed with crab, and in chowders, pastries, sandwiches and salads.

But there’s more. Oysters played a central role in the culture here over centuries.  Since the first days of America, oysters brought generational wealth to savvy business people and provided a good living to many more. Oysters caused bloody and violent conflict and the infamous Oyster Wars.  In the 1980s, the Virginia oyster industry collapsed, devastating local economies. Fast forward to today. The Virginia Eastern Shore oyster and clam industry is one of the…

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Poets To Read – Wislawa Szymborska

July 17, 2016

Poets who should be on your list but probably aren’t could be a most extensive list. Once you discover Szymborska you will find yourself returning to her again and again.  Here, in prose, savor her perspective.  

 Cosmic Solitude

I admit that I find the question of life beyond Earth quite interesting, but still I’d prefer not to have it settled too quickly and definitively. For example, I’m cheered, not disappointed, by the…

Source: Wislawa Szymborska: Cosmic Solitude

Duned In In Delaware

September 23, 2014

the substance of a shadow in tall grass

Duned in in Delaware  Painting by ntaylorcollins (c)2014

Duned in in Delaware
Painting by ntaylorcollins (c)2014

I wrote this fragment a couple of years ago in a journal on one of those days when nature and I found harmony.  This past Sunday such harmony found me again at one of my favorite Delaware beaches, Bethany Beach.

I spent the day painting while my grandson had a grand time running in and out of the pounding surf and building various structures in the damp cool sand.  Gulls, kites, the small advertising plane with bright red banner in tow provided our overhead entertainment as clouds formed and reformed in an ever-less threatening array of rain clouds. For most of the day, the clouds dipped low enough to provide a hazy fog when mixed with the sea blues and grays.

Buried beyond the replenished dunes, housetops took on the muted colors of the day. Dune grasses struggle to keep a foothold and the low snow fencing help provide traction to the ever shifting sands. It used to be you could sit on the boardwalk or the seaward facing porches to a full view of the ocean.  The current dune situation is much higher than the boardwalk and the best view is from southern-end high rises or from the vantage point of the beach.

There was little hint of shadows in these tall grasses as the shifting clouds grayed the colors of the day.  As I captured this overcast mood on the houses, I was trying to decide if they are content to be nestled in behind the dune or whether they are standing on tiptoe peering over this powerful bulkhead.

If the past is any indication of the future, this dune will, too, soon pass. Or should that be — this dune will to soon pass… For now, I plan to get down there every possible day this fall to capture this fluid evanscent scene…

D A Y U M…

July 7, 2014

In the emergency room a few years ago, they said, “You probably have an aneurysm.”  

I remember – a sigh – I think it was me who did that. My only thought… This can’t be good.

This can’t be good. My first thought at this moment. 

A Medicare card arrived today. It has my name on it.  MY NAME… MY NAME on it.

It’s better than hearing you might have an aneurysm but…but…

But… I’m not ready to lose the baby in my boomer…


But...but... I'm not ready to lose the baby in my boomer...

But…but… I’m not ready to lose the baby in my boomer…

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