Author Archives: Andrea R Huelsenbeck
new shoes
don’t take us out of the box we’re happy here, brand new as perfect as we’ll ever be don’t violate us with your stinky feet don’t destroy our perfect twinness we are each other’s ideal partner if you put mileage … Continue reading
o spirit of rhyme and rhythm
amuse me, muse now tickle my imagination with whistles of whimsy and whit make the words flow from my pen and paint pictures with their cadences I am merely the stenographer who captures the images and mounts them on the … Continue reading
two halves make the whole
the practical woman in me does the right thing the expected thing follows the rules chooses a theme devises a plan and then works according to plan makes well-thought-out decisions strives toward perfection the emotional one in me turns her … Continue reading
Review of Draw Your Day by Samantha Dion Baker
I love to look at art journals. For example, I love the blog Sketch Away, by Suhita Shirodkar, in which she records her days. I dream of being outside, pulling out my sketchbook, and drawing what I experience. But I have … Continue reading
A Few Things I Know For Sure
I watched this TED talk by Anne Lamott. And I thought, I could write an article like that. But what do I know about life? It turns out I know four things for sure. God loves you. God loves me. God is love. God … Continue reading
Video: Top 20 Acoustic Guitar Intros
Listeners of a certain age will recognize all of these.
i fear the sound
i fear the sound of splintering wood barely audible beneath the tempest’s roar i am the lighthouse keeper my mission is to save i stoke a flame behind the lens when wind and spray and torrents extinguish visibility my slow … Continue reading
An Interview with Judy Dykstra-Brown, Teacher, Artist, Poet
This article first appeared on ARHtistic License. When I first started blogging more than six years ago, one of the first blogs I discovered was lifelessons–a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown. I took part in blogging challenges, and so did Judy. As … Continue reading