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Cari Barnhill

Cari Barnhill

Where words are magic

Category: Ramblings

Lamentations D:1:3

It’s sad the lives we lead. I mean, truly. What the hell do we think we’re doing anyway? Putzing around, pretending to be important. Trying to do…… Read more “Lamentations D:1:3”

June 12, 2018July 29, 2018 by caribarnhill

Wounded Minnows

Wow, I just found this gem of confusion. Fortunately, I still remember what all of it means. You, poor reader, will think I took some sort of…… Read more “Wounded Minnows”

May 2, 2018July 29, 2018 by caribarnhill

Raindrops of the Mind

– The rain spatters on the road. I can hear it from the bed as it coerces me from slumber. It is dripping… from eaves and trees…… Read more “Raindrops of the Mind”

February 17, 2015 by caribarnhill

Quickie!

Quickie! Been writing a lot more lately, in more ways than one. Sometimes I forget. It can take something catastrophic or even just a tiny thing to…… Read more “Quickie!”

February 11, 2015 by caribarnhill

Visit to King Estate Winery: Tour, Tasting, and Romance

A visit to King Estate Winery is truly an experience. It was especially so for me. Some years ago, I was whisked off to King Estate for…… Read more “Visit to King Estate Winery: Tour, Tasting, and Romance”

March 17, 2013February 6, 2015 by caribarnhill

Robert Frost Makes Life Decisions For Me… Sometimes

The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked…… Read more “Robert Frost Makes Life Decisions For Me… Sometimes”

March 6, 2013January 2, 2015 by caribarnhill

So true…

The original source of this I do not know, as it’s been clipped a couple of times, so I can’t credit the author. But oh, how true…… Read more “So true…”

March 3, 2013March 3, 2013 by caribarnhill

More Old Poetry

… that I wrote in April 2004: You burn a hole in my brain Effortlessly shattering through My protection of bone To the flesh beneath And there…… Read more “More Old Poetry”

March 3, 2013March 3, 2013 by caribarnhill

Old Poetry

I wrote it in March of 2004: I am called Yet I cannot follow I am chastised Yet I cannot obey The fear has kept me well…… Read more “Old Poetry”

March 1, 2013March 3, 2013 by caribarnhill

New Orleans – A Visit Home

Something I wrote about my childhood home, pre-Katrina. Just found it… So the city was amazing. Breathtaking, fast, buzzing, vibrating. It was just as I remembered it.…… Read more “New Orleans – A Visit Home”

February 27, 2013March 3, 2013 by caribarnhill

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