Inspiration comes in fits and spurts, laced with time, warmed with the heart. Each of my offerings began with a whisper, a pause to see, hear, and reflect.

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Getting Stuck

Getting Stuck

Getting Stuck The silt turned mud; wet from sky rains That mimicked my tears, Blemished my soul. Splattered, my foot, sunk deep into the goo. The more I tugged and pulled, the thicker the gook became. I remained in place as thoughts swirled . A maze of indecision....

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Water  Me

Water Me

Water me I stood along the sandy beach, Felt the splash, heard the crash, And relished in the spray Of wild water. I wandered within the droplets. As the current surged away. The ebb and flow of My tidal wave. Salt ripples clung to my skin, Peppered me with ocean...

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No One is Fooled: Abbe’s Ruminations April 2024

No One is Fooled: Abbe’s Ruminations April 2024

Abbe’s Ruminations April 2024 : No One is Fooled I’ve always felt odd about  April Fool’s Day.  Someone being jested and made to feel less.  I felt the same way when my father would make off-color jokes about the Iris or Polish or our cultural heritage....

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What good comes from something out of order?

What good comes from something out of order?

Where does the cycle begin? Does rain fall first and then evaporate into the clouds? Or do the seas rise upward to fill the sky, moistening the air particles. I’m more water than matter but my feet carry me, a walker not a fish. You need male and female to create a...

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Light Touch, the touch of light

Light Touch, the touch of light

Light Touch: the touch of light Sun kissed my eyes And lite up the sky. And still I remained Caught in dreams colored By the deep blue sea. The emerald green of light streams soft touches in shallow water shimmering hello. I felt the ruby red of lips, Light as a...

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Caught UP

Caught UP

Caught Up Misplaced mug of lukewarm latte, Watercolor paint brushes soaking The spin of the dryer winding down The flap of shades knocking against the window I walked into the kitchen My cell phone beeped Windblown pages of my novel scattered. On the floor. I found a...

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About Abbe

Abbe Rolnick grew up in the suburbs of Baltimore, Maryland. Her first major cultural jolt occurred at age 15 when her family moved to Miami Beach, Florida. To find perspective, she climbed the only non-palm tree at her condo complex and wrote what she observed. History came alive with her exposure to Cuban culture. After attending Boston University, she lived in Puerto Rico, where she owned a bookstore. Once Stateside, she capitalized on the knowledge she gained as an independent bookstore owner and worked for one of the finest bookstores, Village Books, in Bellingham, Washington. Once a CEO of a manufacturing firm and owner of a healthy foods café, she is now retired and spends her time writing.

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