Author: Cathryn Wellner

Your differences are beautiful

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Along one side of the townhouses that wrap around the high-rise development where I live, all but one of the flower boxes have the same plants. Each houses a flowering plum, showy in every season, even when bare of leaves.…

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Saying goodbye to Al

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We all say goodbye in our own way. Al died too soon. He was born in 1942. If cancer had not quietly eaten away at him, then burst into full and frightening control, he would have been checking his calendar…

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Taxation as storytelling

Filing My Taxes - 1040 Form; photo b PT Money (ptmoney.com), via Flickr Creative Commons

Uncle Sam is re-writing my story, and I do not like it. Expats have many reasons for living outside the boundaries of the 50 states. Although some may want to escape taxation, most are ordinary people whose lives took unexpected…

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Of dreams ended

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  Somewhere in the beating hearts of those who read these words will be a soul stumbling through the darkness of a relationship’s ending. We all bear the scars, at some time in our lives. If we are fortunate, we…

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The Information Highway

Bex Ross took this photo of the traffic light tree, in the middle of the roundabout near Heron Quay, Isle of Dogs; via Flickr Creative Commons

Overwhelm is spreading like a contagious disease among the bits and bytes of social networks. So when my friend and fellow writer, Sterling Haynes, sent me this poem, I laughed out loud and asked his permission to share it. The…

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Medusa Was a Manatee

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Floating on a sullen sea without a breath of wind A searing sun beating down upon a sailor’s skin And somewhere in the distance he hears the Sirens sing Calling him, calling him, calling him … Luring sailors to the…

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Cloud Woman Leaping

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Cloud Woman Leaping by Deb Maike Head back Puffy arms flung out in joy As she soars Fluffy left leg extended Right knee high and back Over the hurdle, A black band of rain cloud, Rising into the dawn’s blue…

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A Paucity of Nouns

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The dangling particle is stretched to the limit and can be clutched in space by that illusive adverb before the noun mascarading as a verb smothers my few parts of speech left. All that remain are my adjectives. Oh, Al…

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