Jim Krosschell and I sat down for a discussion about his latest poetry book release "Man Afield" and more. About "Man Afield"Man Afield is a lyrical journey through the living world, guided by a backyard naturalist attuned to both wonder and warning. These poems chronicle spiritual and physical excursions into landscapes larger than any one mind or body — places where awe, joy, disorientation, and reckoning intertwine. Organized in six evocative sections, the collection:I. bears witness from a seaside deck;II. wanders through yard and neighboring woods;III. explores the shifting shoreline;IV. imagines the vast and restless ocean;V. surveys the scars of environmental damage;VI. honors home in its many meanings. Throughout, the poems dwell in the charged space where humans and the natural world meet. They examine our peculiar paradox: we are the only species that knowingly fouls its own nest — and the only one capable of choosing restraint. With clear-eyed honesty, Man Afield mourns the grinding erosion of precious places while celebrating the stubborn beauty that persists despite us — and sometimes because of us. From deck to forest trail, from tidal pull to smoke-streaked sky, these poems trace one person’s evolving relationship with plants, animals, weather, memory, and spirit. Intimate yet expansive, they invite readers to travel outward into the wild and inward toward belonging.Man Afield is at once a field journal, a meditation, and a love song — to earth, to home, and to the fragile bond between them.Learn more and make your purchase: https://www.prolificpulse.com/jimkrosschell
Randy sat at the typewriter, pecking away, setting his sights on the clock, ticking to 4 a.m. on the due date of his term paper. He knew he should have started sooner, but he was a working student who needed the money to keep up with school costs.
The student rubbed his eyes, stood up and stretched, and grabbed one more coffee before gathering his papers and heading to the student union. Wouldn’t you know it, he thought, the copiers are all in use. Finally, he saw an opening and took his station and copied his paper. Another term paper down, Randy left to drop it off to his professor, the drop off box was filling up fast, Randy knocked on the professor’s door to let him know, only to be told by the secretary that the professor would be gone for a week long break, returning to collect the term papers to grade when he returned.
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So, there you have it! My Six Sentence Story. Poor Randy was tired and I hope he was able to catch a few zzz’s before he went to work. Needless to say, the professor caught some of his own zzz’s. Would you like to share your Six Sentence Story? Go to Girlie on the Edge and submit yours.
It was an honor to MC this panel about Grace and Writing. The panelists came to the “room” with such giving spirits that it made my job easier. What a prolific group of writers. Perhaps you would like to attend the Grace in Writing Conference, an online event via FineLines.org Check it out and please consider joining us.
7. I am most grateful for the volunteerism and the devotion for both of these events. When you put the call out there and you get chill bumps from the supporters, well that’s a triple coated ice cream cone with sprinkles and nuts of thankfuls.
8. We had a nice celebration of daughter’s birthday. She always likes those Pepperridge Farms cakes, so that makes it easy. It’s a throwback to her younger years when they were used to celebrate during a very busy life. I think she was pleased with her birthday goodies. She always gets something she wanted for Christmas as we look at those end of year deals for her birthday. She was surprised, however, and that made it even better.
9. Getting through January. It’s a month of highs and lows, mostly lows and I got through it.
10. YOU! It’s good to see you! What’s you thankful? Put them in comments or join us!
That’s my Six Sentence Story using the prompy word “redemption.” Go ahead and give it a try by going to thislink
When a child, collecting and redeeming pop bottles was the way we made quick cash. It was a regular job to us, one we took seriously. My next oldest brother and I were most likely to pair up and search for these gems. He even hoisted me into the garbage dumpsters to hand him the bottles. Mom was not pleased, when she found out. Eventually, my brother grew into other work, but I continued this venture until I was about 12, when we moved and opportunities changed.
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Well, lookie there! I did a poem and a story. It’s enough redemption for this day.
As a teacher, I will always remain a student. In the classroom of life, l wish to work with and educate others. Whether you’re a teacher, student, or just your average person, here are a few of my "TEACHERble" moments.
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