Do you always make a wish when you notice it’s 11:11? When you find an eyelash? On the first star of the night? Do you seek out wishing wells, dream of […]
November: What We Wish For
Katie Riegel
Poet, writer, editor, teacher, blogger, mentor, meditator.
All the Love You Want
ALL THE LOVE YOU WANT by Katherine Riegel (first published in the Cream City Review, Spring 2010) I noticed him looking at me when I pushed through the door to the rest […]
THE 12 LABORS OF FRIDAY
THE 12 LABORS OF FRIDAY –Katherine Riegel 1. Slay the hunger of the dogs, who wake you up three hours before your usual rising time with fierce and uncaring scratching, whining, and […]
Accepting Gladness
We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure, but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless furnace of this world. —Jack Gilbert, […]
The Body’s World
THE BODY’S WORLD —after Raymond Carver When we wake up early to ride the horses and find them sweating already in their fine summer coats, we carefully get […]
All My Sins
ALL MY SINS –by Katherine Riegel My sins live in a high school cafeteria. The young ones aren’t quite sure where they are yet, they’re wondering if they belong […]
The Confidence Gap, a response
Perhaps the clearest, and most useful, definition of confidence we came across was the one supplied by Richard Petty, a psychology professor at Ohio State University, who has spent decades focused […]
Women Writers and Guilt, by Sarah Hackley
Guilt isn’t one of the 7 deadly sins, but it should be. Check out this post and know that you’re not alone. “…Guilt that when I’m writing, I’m not making dinner for […]
If we don’t hate each other…
We set off at 6:30am in my little Scion: me, my boyfriend of a few months, and three spaniels. It would be an 18 hour drive, straight through, from central Illinois […]
On Rejection
–by Katherine Riegel 1. I got one rejection yesterday (all rejections come by email these days) and promptly forgot it. Then two this morning, and I remembered yesterday’s like a stone thrown […]
