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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Twisted Like a Pretzel
Twisted like a PretzelI meditate with pretzeled armsHands folded against my browLegs crisscrossed, squared in a yogi box.With each breath,I travel down and upRetrieving perspective.Seeking Sanity. Within me, a river flowsThrough convoluted bends.Pours into the ocean...
Travel In Place
Travel In Place Abbe’s Ruminations August 2025 I believe that travel is an emotional journey. I don’t have to go far to experience the awe of discovery. This week I traveled with my sister and brother-in-law to the Filson Manufacturing Plant, in the basement of the...
Wayward
WaywardIf I used my left hand,Would I be backward?If I was righthandedWould I ever be wrong?Would I lose my wayAnd what way is that?A path to greatness,A path to acknowledgement,A path to rise aboveTo the highest point,Would then I see another wayAnd realize all...
A Long Little Ditty
A long little dittySeven days start when they doNo end or beginning only light and dark, Light and dark,Rise and shineRest and reclineAh but in between You are mineI zero in on your dreamsOf gelato, not ice creamToo sweet.I massage your feetWalk up and down that...
Campfire Pleasures
Campfire pleasures I remember my first smoreThe gooey mess of melted marshmallow On top of chocolate and a plain graham cracker.The heat from carefully laid firewoodLit by rubbing two sticksSmoke blown by windTasting the ashes as they fellThis was the cap to skewered...
Ripples
RipplesI looked at the roses in a vaseElegant long stems devoid of prickly barbs.On a bush the barbs protected.Denuded, they proclaimed their worth.Was it real?I watched the beggar on the cornerOnly ask for money from people who Wouldn’t look him in the eye. And...
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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