Linda K Sienkiewicz

Writing life, line by line

Dog Kibble: A Villanelle

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The Villanelle... is a poem with strict rules! They are notoriously tricky to write because of their strict form and double refrain. This highly structured poem has nineteen lines that consist of five tercets (three-line stanzas) followed by one quatrain (four-line stanza). Villanelles also have a specific rhyme scheme of ABA for their tercets, and ABAA for the quatrain. Two well known … [Read more...]

Are You Sure You Want a Corgi?

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"I want one" Nearly every time I walk Clementine and Cowboy in town, someone says to me "I want a corgi." Do you really? I know they are so stinking cute--those big ears, little legs, and constant smile. They appear in TV commercials from State Farm to Mercedes and Discover. There are corgi sweatshirts, corgi Christmas lawn decor, corgi coffee mugs, corgi slippers.... they are truly … [Read more...]

What, Why, How: Anthony J. Powers, Illustrator

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What: I have published one book, focused on art philosophy for children, titled "Thinking About Art - 7 Tutorials for Children: Based on the Surrealist Philosophy of Automatic Drawing" with a free PDF version here. I have also created many pet portraits, comics, films, animations, poetry, prose, and academic writings that have not been compiled yet. Why: My hope is to help communicate the … [Read more...]

Stash

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My mother's hidden Hershey's bars In the refrigerator meat drawer, way in the back under the cheese and lunch meat, I found my mother’s stash of Hershey bars. Three of them. I was probably ten years old, innocently looking for a snack. I gasped. Chocolate—a rare treat in our house. We had chocolate chip cookies sometimes, Oreos if my mother bought them, and she baked cakes, but never solid … [Read more...]

A Poem for February

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from IN FEBRUARY by Ralph J. Mills, Jr. Sudden icy wind slaps at the ashtree's thin frame; a shred of moonhangs above clouds rushing eastover the lake. Inside, I spread a handon the table, my palmopening into slopes and ravinesof a weathered topography. Going nowhere, I turnin the night to reach among memoriesthat come apart, fade,not caring if they're no more than cloudsand belong … [Read more...]