There’s life before you’re a published author, and life afterwards. I was worried that once the excitement of the Provenance Unknown launch had died down, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. It’s partially true. With my second book, A Year of Summer, still with my test readers, I suddenly have time on myContinue reading “Transitions”
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Hit the Ground Running.
Start off with a bang. All the cliches for the New Year. It’s not what I was expecting at all. You know that feeling, when things are shifting around you, and you’re being pushed in a specific direction? Deep down it’s right—what you were meant to do. What you’ve always wanted. And it’s close, soContinue reading “Hit the Ground Running.”
The Christmas Cactus, The Poetry of Wine, and Other Seasonal Delights
The Christmas Cactus “There’s something wrong with this plant,” I say to no one in particular. I know that already, though. I’m a cacti serial killer. For whatever reason, my husband continues to buy them. I admire the faith he has in me. In my ability to nurture these delicate forms of life. I doContinue reading “The Christmas Cactus, The Poetry of Wine, and Other Seasonal Delights”
The Day Before (a checklist)
They say writers should resist the urge to submit something immediately after writing it, and that’s usually true. Recently, however, I ignored this advice—and I’m glad I did, (this time). I wrote “The Day Before (a checklist)” on, appropriately, the day before the first day of school. It was a busy day that even includedContinue reading “The Day Before (a checklist)”
never you never
Visual poems are a challenge to publish online because it’s hard to maintain spacing. I’m sharing this one as an image, but the text is included below it, as well as in in the alt-text. Tip: try it in reverse order! As always, thanks for reading the words I put out into the universe. –SoniaContinue reading “never you never”
some things maybe
Another publication announcement! The pieces in Pinhole Poetry’s Issue 2 are beautiful and poignant. I’m not sure how my little poem “some things maybe” got lucky enough to be included, but I’m grateful! It’s in excellent company. ☺️ Pinhole Poetry is a “digital poetry journal that loves the upside-down view and the fact that someContinue reading “some things maybe”
Memories of Paris by Seasons
How the City of Light is City of Life Out today! My essay on Paris, in Paris-based magazine Inspirelle. A Canadian author writes about her love affair with Paris through the years as a teenager, young adult and now married woman and mother. Inspirelle inspires, connects and empowers international women in France through engaging andContinue reading “Memories of Paris by Seasons”
Published Poem!
The Winter 2022 edition of the Van Isle Poetry Collective publication is out and it includes my poem, “Trees of Remembrance”. You can enjoy the magazine for free online or purchase it in print on their website. (Purchases support the publication.) The cover also features beautiful photography and art by Vancouver Island artists. It feelsContinue reading “Published Poem!”
Eden’s End
straw-berriesdippedincream,hidden,rise coolfrom the bowldripspill over in the heatthey can only doso much when flameslapat the edgetemp-eraturerisesthere is norefreshmenthighin themountainswhere Birdspass smacked lipsstill cracklike earthtake anothersweetbiteto (out)lastredskiesswallowtinder drywordsfail us we lapseinto asilencethat comesoftoo manytoo muchto witnessthe garden’sLast Dayscastin ashand dust.
Place
Look at me,really.Not a glance as you passthrough the daily grindthat grinds you down to function and noformof emotionto see my heart,this space is more than the sumof itspartsand peeling oilpaintsplattered where I see a picture,do you?Am I only four walls on a foundation,roof overhead, abedtoo hottoo coldjust right ? Look closer,behind features and paper-workContinue reading “Place”
A Cup of Yes
A few years ago, a friend sent me a text inviting me to tea. But a typo changed “cup of tea” to “cup of yes”, and I’ve loved the phrase ever since. When you tilt your gold-rimmed smile, lift the lid,steam rises and an amber sea swirls deepin the pot’s warm belly. I am tepidbutContinue reading “A Cup of Yes”
eleven months
just one day is all I ask, to flit and flutter, freefrom the everydaytasks that have cluttered the pasteleven months of masks and Have you washed your hands? andtemperature checks. You’re good to go – have fun. everything is strange in the New Normal and we march across the pool deckgoggles and suits in whiteContinue reading “eleven months”
Sonia Nicholson 