Hello! My name is Meredith Powers, and I’ve been asked to introduce my author, Pamela Wight, to you.
Well, of course, many of you already know Pamela as the blogger of Roughwighting. But I know her more intimately – she created me.
But according to Pamela in her response in D. Wallace Peach’s post (in the Myths of the Mirror blog), I kind of created myself. Continue reading
Perhaps it’s big magic, perhaps it’s many small great things, but for the good of the commonwealth, I choose to think it’s the origin of us all.
Before the fall, when the summer sun seems like the light of Paris, and cerulean and lavender seem like every day true colors, circumstances of childhood don’t matter. If we have bags, we travel. Our nemesis – winter – is conquered, and we believe that today will be different. 
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My Christmas pantoum poem of family and love and walks in the newly fallen snow is shared here by the marvelous Sally of Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life.
May your own memories of special holidays – new and old – bring you PEACE and JOY.
via Smorgasbord Christmas Posts from Your Archives- #Poetry – As Snow Falls by Pamela S. Wight
Battling claustrophobia, I take my first steps
Onto the plane, my hand blessing the metal while using
X-ray vision to imagine a beam of light spreading and Continue reading
The day began when the sun soon arose
But of course in New England that’s a hoax
Because all of our days do begin, yes,
But often the sun’s hidden, I confess. Continue reading
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