A Little Excerpt: Westbury Falls by Sara Reichert

(author´s site) Good morning, readers. I was puzzling over what to post about this week and in the middle of editing one series, formatting and finishing a first rough draft of the poetry anthology, and trying to adjust to new school schedules, I thought–what would I like to read? Sorry to say, nothing on editing….

August 5, by Sara Reichert

Blog Sara Link Good morning, readers. Today, I’m about to head into my second night of pre-testing for my 2nd Degree Black Belt in Kenpo Karate. Odds are at the time this post runs, I will be brain deep in trying to prepare, sore from the previous night’s test, and blinking vacantly over my first…

Masticadores INTERVIEW: Sarah Reichert (S.E. Reichert)

Masticadores.- Why do you write?             I think this is the quintessential question for any human who’s put pen to paper. Why? Why do we write? Why do we have the drive and the need to say something? I think I’ve always had a daydreamy brain, and an overthinking brain. In a way, writing has…

Finding Sanctuary in Times of Change by Sara Reichert

Times of transition are like hurricanes. Confusing, loud, messy and intense. There is uncertainty and a sense of powerlessness that directly affects our peace and sanctuary. Some of us deal with the changes with decidedly more grace than others. Some are rocked off their foundations, never to be the same again. The point is that…

Exhale by Sara Reichert

Sara Blog Exhale Who knew? (breathe in) This sickening depth of damage you’d leave? (blow it out slow) The hole so deep and wide an ache so subtly gnawing (don’t forget to breathe again…) Good riddance, I’d said (force air in) Don’t let the fucking door hit you (fake bravado exhale) I’m better off. I…

CONNECTION by Sara Reichert

Beats the rhythm Inside my chest, Shaking the tender bones of my ear Arousing the eternal chorus The human heart beat, The womb of sound and voice That speaks in vibrations to The celestial mathematician Caged inside my cells How we dance, Humans How we shake our heads and hips Filling up the empty dark…

Poetry: Old Soul

By Sara Reichert blog Today is my mom, (Christine Wickstrom’s) birthday, so before I get all poetic on your asses, let us take a moment: Dear Mom: Here’s to another trip around the sun with the woman who loved, fed, raised, and let me survive my teenage-hood. You’re a spiritual whirlwind, a passionate crusader, the…

The Beautiful Stuff Writers Workshop #22: The Ugly of Starting Over

by sereichert blog Hey Kids. Listen, last week I got on a soap box. I’m not even slightly sorry nor is this an apology, but I understand that the purpose of this blog is mostly about writing with a little bit of “living with beautiful intention” sprinkled in. Last week was more about living with…

Dime Store Novel: Episode One

By Sara Reichert Blog Hey Kids! Do you know what time it is? —– That’s right! It’s the inaugural episode of The Beautiful Stuff’s Novella Series. Every third week of the month I’ll be running a small piece of one of my light-hearted sci-fi novellas for your mental break and enjoyment. Without further ado, enjoy!…

A new perspective

By Sara Reichert Link Blog A cold onigiri for breakfast with a glass of warm milk, flushing the dregs of disoriented thought. The day begins with construction’s chaotic cacophony, ruffling earth’s dewy breath and chasing away echoes of early birdsong. Without consideration for those still stirring between the feather-soft layers of dreams. A helicopter flies…

Poetry, Pasts, and Lessons Learned

by Sarah Reichert Link Blog One of the things I love most about poetry, especially the words you write in the heat or ache of intense emotion, is that even when you’ve healed up and haired over, reading those words makes that moment real and bright once again in your mind. Hopefully, when those poems…