Fine Lines is, of course, focused on the written word, but there is an increasing amount of art and photography in the journal. Below is a sample from the most recent issue (available at this link.) The artwork, “Style,” is by Kathy Ann Thompson.
Category: From the Journal
From the Journal: “New Life” by Kathie Haskins
The beautiful days of May call for a poem about new life. Spring in Nebraska is pretty, after all. With that in mind, today’s From the Journal is “New Life” by Kathie Haskins. Haskins lives in Millard with her husband and two children.
Want to read more poetry? The latest issue of Fine Lines is available at this link — Spring issue 2016.
Fridays from the Journal: “Traveling into Silent Waters”
Below is the beginning of an essay about sign language and the deaf community by Abby Giambattista. It appears in the current issue of Fine Lines, which can be found by following this link.
Friday From the Journal: Words/Palabras by Cynthia Douglas-Ybrara
Smart poetry today from the most recent edition of Fine Lines. Poet Cynthia Douglas-Ybara ends her poem with this bit of truth — “Words can hurt, words can heal”
The most online edition of the journal can be accessed by following this link.
The poem follows below. Click on the page to see it in a larger format.
Friday From the Journal — A Fine Lines Treasure
This poem by North Platte’s Shelia Boerner is a reminder that camp for young writers (and older writers, too) is around the corner. Registration is here on the website. Follow this link for more information.
Boerner’s poem is in the current (Spring) Fine Lines issue. Need a copy? Then head over to this web page.
Journey On
From the Journal Friday
As the mist begins to clear Wander in
Discover
What you can really see
Gaze upon the skies – and wonder Sit – make time to dream
It all fits together
Then dance
In a field of purple
Reflect
Examine the newness of each moment Reach
Then reach some more
Never ending trails
With amazing new beginnings Journey on
– Julian Adair
Writers and Other Liars
This is a #TBT. Originally Published October of 2010.
Writers and Other Liars
By Deb Carpenter-Nolting
I was five, and I knew how to write.
I stood in the living room, fondling two new red pencils.
“There should be one pencil for everyone. Did you take an extra pencil?” my mother called from the kitchen.
“No, I just have one,” I answered, as I quickly hid the other one behind my back.
When she entered the living room, I extended the one pencil for her inspection, while keeping the other behind my back.
“Are you lying to me?”
“No, Mommy.”
“I know you are lying,” she said in a hurt voice, taking the culprit hand from its hiding. The evidence was right there, a second red pencil clutched in my naughty writer’s hand. Her voice sounded different. I caught the disappointment in it.
The pencil wasn’t an expensive item. It wasn’t so important that I had taken an extra one. The issue was I had knowingly lied. I felt so guilty that I disappointed my mom, the truest and best person I’d ever known.
I’ve tried very hard to never lie again, and for the most part I’ve succeeded, but there’s just something about a shiny new red pencil that still beckons me to lick the lead and be wicked.
From the Journal – Artwork
We feature not only essays, poetry, short stories and other word-based art, but also artwork in every Fine Lines Journal. Here’s a peek at page 63 of the summer issue – >
