Kathy Boles-Turner

Dearest keen listeners, collectors of truth and emotion, rivulet by rivulet.

To you, the unforgotten, the forms and spirits, the mirror’s edge: hello again. Forty-three days ago I posted here about my struggle with POV for THE SECOND NOVEL. By the next evening I had a glimmer of a new idea. Within a week the glimmer was all thrum and heartbeat and bright lights. I wanted, […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

For The Light Of A New Day, The Wisdom Waiting At The Edges

Dearest keen listeners, collectors of truth and emotion, rivulet by rivulet. You who wait for the light of a new day and recognize wisdom waiting at the edges of that light. Please don’t close your eyes. Not yet. Learning is my purpose. I can’t recall now just how long the thunderous epiphany thundered on the […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

Rest & Rereading For The Tough Guys: A Call For Poetry Critique

Dearest ink well, deepest secret, dark & lush written word writing real life. Dearest dripping nib, bruised, buried heart, persistence epitomized. Lay down your pretty head and rest awhile. Everyone misses the writing community home of old. The new days, the newfound ways, the budding love & learning. But no one has the time for […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

When Nothing Is Clear And Headaches Persist: Inside Out Beauty & Links

Dearest day laborers, night sweats, lucid dreamers, underpaid saviors. The early fading blooms of August flowers. I have no cure. I’m sorry. I am ashamed. I am feverish and tired and wearing a tread in borrowed optimism. I am reading. Wanting to read. Books won’t fit in my hands. Both eyes blur at the screen. […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

For Daydreamers, Lollygaggers, The Procrastinators, Unbelievers, The True Believers

Dearest warm blankets, foggy windows, dewdrop morns spinning reality from the unreal. My fellow daydreamers, lollygaggers, the procrastinators, unbelievers. The true believers. We’re going to be okay. We’ll write down everything, one way or another. Make the villains faceless or tattoo them with our own pasts. We’ll make a secret grief palpable, let readers taste […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

To You Who Sit In Darkness Knowing A Story Will Come, To You Who Sit Alone With The Page

Dearest last frontiers, imagination’s destination, you who sit in the darkness knowing a story will come, you who sit alone with the page. Inventors of heartbeat and poems drawn in the sand, thank you. I love you. I aspire. Strangers speak to me with strong voices out of nowhere, lend me their memories but never […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

For The Wanderers Who Walk The Line Between And Know When To Take A Boat Ride

Dearest westward lights, nighttime fires, fellow wanderers who walk the line between and know when to take a boat ride. We, the few, clever enough to know better than to ask for a sign. Signs can be so ambiguous; interpretations can be dangerously loose. In times of trouble we need a snug fit and sturdy […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

To Fellow Lovers of Morning Light and Birdsong News

Dearest gold-flecked hearts, fellow lovers of morning light and birdsong news. What do they say, those birds, to the truest listeners? To the real audience desperate for Nature’s waning love, they say: Beware. Be real. Be mine. Keep listening. I’ve been writing every morning. The NOVEL I finished in the springtime is a fast-paced speculative […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

To Fellow Readers of Joy and Grief and All the Signs That Point Elsewhere

Dearest moonlit eyes, friends to the inventors of poetry and new magic. Dearest fellow readers of joy and grief and all the signs that point elsewhere—lost romantics, pretty little cynics. I have a story to tell. I have a million stories, but this one is about a day when the sky hung low. The sun […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

Whiskey-Niner-Kilo (Excerpt)

Vehicles are parked haphazardly across the center of the road, alongside curbs, doors flung open, engines running. Each one is empty. Max parks the Crawfords’ Ford in front of the Constable’s office, cuts the engine and pockets the keys. Don’t look panicked. Walk in there calm and cool. There is no one present to remark […]