#WeWriWa: Broken Rock and Sky

Hey there! It’s time for Weekend Writing Warriors’ #8sentencesunday again!

I managed two weeks in a row, and then missed one because I was resetting my bedroom and got wrapped up in looking at my kids’ art and my late husband’s papers. So, this week I’m here on a Monday night, making sure I get this week’s post ready to go in plenty of time. I even made it one of my three Most Important Tasks for the week.

And now, rather than give you a lot of details, I’ll show you one tiny bit of the bedroom project.

I made a pretty home for my Trek stuff!

Here’s the description for light shines; shadow falls short story/poetry collection (subject to tweaking in the coming weeks):

Yearning for delicious reading that scatters tiny treasures through your busy life? Add light shines; shadow falls to your collection and enter new realities today!

Five breathtaking bite-sized journeys into other lives. Ten autobiographical poems that sample author Shan Jeniah Burton’s life – from the child of volatile parents to the journey of married life, through joy and grief and beyond, interwoven with five lyrical short stories that range from the fantastical to the almost-like-real-life-but-not-quite: 

 A woman, two hawks, and her child self…
 A graffiti artist’s lilac-scented shame…
 A life history told in stained glass…
 A life-changing cup of coffee…
 A most unusual engagement…

You’ll learn why red is a tricky color, follow the ongoing path of a marriage, and feel the deceptive power of the word, “Yes.”

Each story and poem is a treasure of imagery and sensory delights. Each explores light and shadow in its own unique way. 

Savor them one at a time, or feast on them all in one sitting – the choice is all yours. Scroll up and treat yourself today!

Photo credit: Jeri Minick.

And now it’s time for the next installment of “Storm at Song Glass Cabin.” Last week, our narrator remembers her son’s reaction to one of her stained glass panes…
We’ll pick up from there, with a rare nine-sentence week, as she contemplates his response from last week.

He doesn’t have children. He can’t see the beauty of its truth. He misses the tiny flowers at the woman’s feet, the satisfaction on her lean face, the knowing in her eyes, and the beautiful sweep of broken rock and sky, filled with potential obstacles, yes, but also limitless new possibility.

“Please, Mama. I need you. Not yet. Don’t go just yet.”

Mothers make many sacrifices for their children, sometimes even long after they’re adults.

Photo credit: Jeri Minick.

“Storm at Song Glass Cabin” first appeared in Exploits of the Adirondacks, an anthology published by 518 Publishing Company.

It will be included in my upcoming first collection of short stories and poetry, light shines; shadow falls. Stay tuned for details as I wend my way through Amazon’s self-publishing maze. =)



    • Truth, Jeff!

      In this case, though, the dad ran off with someone else, and wasn’t around to be in this picture.

      As a widow with a now-21 and 18 who were 16 and 13 when their dad died, I wish he was here to see who they’ve become and marvel with me as this stage of my life gets closer.

  1. Oh, ’tis true, ’tis true… Beautiful, Shan!

    My old German grandma used to say, “When they’re little they step on your toes, and when they get big, they step on your heart…”

    I like your Star Trek keepsake shelves! I’m watching season 3 of Picard, and Strange New Worlds (when I find time). 🙂

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