where the writers are

Sherrie Theriault's Blog

RSSSyndicate content
7 2 10 A 009.jpg
December 2     At The Dodge   I remember so long ago when I would come and sit and listen; soak in the poets and the Consort, sop it all into the sponge that listened and sat.  I did not know exactly what they were doing and I didn’t know why I was there, but I went and had a...
Continue Reading »
December 1     Poorly Chirping   She writes poetry like fusion jazz, more fun to make than to listen to.  She stands at the podium serving as a bad example.  I pray as she reads, “Lord, please don’t let me get sucked into the self-importance of bad poetry for the sake of...
Continue Reading »
thum held.jpg
November 30     Precious Cargo   Do I carry myself as well as I could?  Do I understand the value of what is contained within me?  This journey matters, it requires my attention and comprehension, if only I am able.  When I fall short the road changes.  The...
Continue Reading »
eye nose mouthsm.jpg
November 29     John Grisham   My time hovering low over the ocean has filled me until I am ready to drop.  The weight of what is inside me bears down; I know with the slightest cooperation I will become a rainmaker.  I am mostly fine with this; I know from whence the rain...
Continue Reading »
2 14 09 100.jpg
November 28     How I’ve come upon the World.   My first exposure to Bogart was as the man who was after Bugs Bunny, and Lauren Bacall was only referred to as Baby.  I only ever heard Kaw Liga because Stephen King referenced it too often and I had to go have a listen.  I...
Continue Reading »
2 14 09 200.jpg
November 27     FIVE FINGERS THAT GOBBLE   It only takes five crayons to turn a tracing of my hand into a turkey and it only takes a few things to change my drunken life into my sober life.  Looking back I am amazed how little it has actually taken to transform my life.  My...
Continue Reading »
November 26     No Mickey Mouse     The Wonderful World of Disney belonged to normal children; kids with Sunday nights and not the tear filled screaming which punctuated my weekends.  I had no time for the creative melodrama built to add interest into the dull little lives...
Continue Reading »
November 25     One and One   The person who has nothing is vague.  The person who has too much alludes. And these people may falsely mistake one another for kindred when what you draw your conclusions from are the poems, sweet words, which flow out of these divergent folk....
Continue Reading »
November 24     Jet Lagging   Baby’s feet kick in the isle and we are all cocooned in our seats.  The movies play and earphones dangle in our ears. We are jetting across the country in our own little worlds.  Landing can not happen soon enough for me, not that I want to...
Continue Reading »
November 23     Triumph   G-d and I are experience junkies; part of why I am here is so G-d can take me for a ride, but also for the treat of G-d tucking into the sidecar and letting me take us out for a spin.  I am G-d’s audience and G-d is mine; though we are not peers we are...
Continue Reading »
November 22     Generational River   The history in my genes have cut a channel in the rock of existence; I pour through it everyday.  I too change the face of life one grain at a time, though I rarely recognize my affect I am so busy running.  Damns, ponding, acts of G-d...
Continue Reading »
November 21     Blanda   I know how good a quarterback you are on Monday, safely at home.  What were you like on the field, gameday?  You act as if seeing your mistakes in retrospect is the same as not having made them, but the game is lost and a rematch is not a do-over....
Continue Reading »
November 20     The Story as a Stowaway   I want to tell you a story, but I want to tell it to you quickly, so I can give it to you and then you can carry it on your way.  For what good is my story to you if you must leave it where it lay?  Your need to be elsewhere presses...
Continue Reading »
November 19     Human Sacrifice   How much does it have to cost me in order for you to feel better?  Why is it that my suffering improves your mood?  Does it confirm for you that you are not alone when you are feeling scared?  Or does it give you the sense that at...
Continue Reading »
November 18     Who is the Parent?   There are more liars in my head than anywhere else and they will say the most errant nonsense, making it sound totally convincing.  First of all they use other people’s inventories to leverage me into believing that I am just what is needed...
Continue Reading »